Sobersided Play

Chapter 1: Found & Play

"Mind if I sit here?" an erratic flirt-looking guy asked me at the library.

"Definitely... yes," I retorted as I was beaming sarcastically. "And that means, you can't," I winked at him. He looked at me with a slack-jawed expression so I just shrugged and mind my business. He then left peevishly grouchy. I perceived it's not my fault for being truthfully veracious.

It's incredulously my first day at a prestigious school and I don't want to appear like a kindergarten who comes blubbering. As expected, there's nothing diverting here or is there? My eyes got caught off by an unstylish socially inept person at the corner most of the library. So I slowly forged there, I kneeled next to him as he was assiduously ransacking the whole shelf.

"What are you searching for?" I interrogated. He tried to glance at me, but he immediately looked away. At that moment, I psyched that he's a nerd - apparently. "Why won't you answer me? Are you a mute or are you just snobbish?"

He put the kibosh on to what he was doing, "I'm not," he replied. "As you can see, I'm busy for I need to prepare for the upcoming quizzes."

"Blimey! How on earth do you study at the first day of school?" I was flabbergasted and questioned him.

"So I can facilely memorize them without a hassle next time," he explained. "Also, I can acquire more information about it." He adjusted his glasses, "What do you need?"

"You," I winked. His face went horribly anxious and he squirmed.

So it was passed 12 and I still haven't taken any lunch yet. It seemed like I was a highly variable domestic mammal dog for I kept following him wherever he goes. He endeavored to pass, but every time he did I just kept on blocking his way. "Stop!" he furrowed his eyebrows.

"I will only stop if you agree to have lunch with me," I stated.

His eyebrows crinkled as he was looking at the other direction until he directly looked at me, "Just what do you want from me?!"

"I just want to eat lunch with you. Don't worry, my treat."

"I don't need your free treat. I have my own money," he answered.

I grinned, "That's great then! Come on!" I grabbed his mellow, warm hand and away we go to the parking lot. He  attempted to remove his hand a couple of times, but I gripped my hand.

When we got in the car I told my driver to convey us to the mall. He was tranquilly still the whole time and when we got nearer to the mall, I then asked him. "Hey four eyes," I said. "Aren't you afraid that I might kidnap you?"

"Yeah, I am," he rolled his eyes. "Do you know the song Billionaire?" He looked at me as if he looked forbearing as he remained in stationary waiting for my answer.

"By Bruno Mars?" I curiously interrogated. "I do, why?"

"You look like it," he said and with his looks, I could tell that he was planning to blurt out something relevant.

We arrived at the mall and we went out of the lemon-gold colored car. As we were heading the entrance I asked, "And why is that? Do I look like a Billionaire or something?"

He smirked, "Who mentioned about that?"

My face was full of curiosity that time as our feet raced one step forward at a time so I started singing, "I wanna be a billionaire," I sang and I then spoke, "So I look like a billionaire? Or wanna-be or what?"

"Sing it again," he said desperately.

I heard my conscience inside my psyche saying okay questioningly, weird. "I wanna be a billionaire..?"

"So freaking bad," he blurted out. After that, he laughed with the piggies. You know, the indomitable cachinnation that's so overrated that he himself, made a sound of a pig. That made him cover his mouth, but his laugh was still impregnable.

His joke was quite rude, but I reckoned it was funny. It didn't require me to laugh though, but what made me blurt out my laughter was his precise laughter. He looked really jiggly and funny, and nerdy, and adorable which is not really that adorable.

"So where do you wanna eat?" I asked that made the ambience still. He kept his mouth serenely shut as I bided my time waiting in hunger for his answer. He was wandering his head around looking for a restaurant.

Alas, he spoke, "You go pick."

I mildly bowed my head in disbelief as  I raised my eyebrows, but it seemed that my brows cannot be seen for my fringe was blocking it. Even though I wanted to grouchily reply to him, I controlled my temper so I wouldn't scare him off, "Kenny Roger's?" I asked calmly.

"Okay," he shrugged his right shoulder, maybe indicating that he agrees.

As we were nibbling our food, the atmosphere was authentically quiet. He was just staring directly at his savory-looking food, though he looked really cool with his extra-two eyes — glasses. "What?" he noticed me glancing at him.

I immediately made myself busy by pushing some food with the fork I was holding, "There's," I paused as I thought for an excuse. "There's a dirt on your face."

His hazel brown eyes widened, "Really?" He got a tissue wandering on the table and used it to wipe his face fancily. I thought it was fancy the way he wiped his face for some reason. I bet he's just somewhat timid or gentle, that's why. "No more?"

"No more," I answered as both of my arms were on the table, supporting me. "So you're a senior?"

"Yep," he nodded as he was busy eating.

I brawnily placed my palm on top of the table which made him startle, I noticed it when he blinked and then glanced at me. "Sorry for that," I apologized. "But I just realized something!"

He leaned back, "What is it?"

"We don't even know each other's name!"