David and Sarah: Our Story

Since When Did My Life Become a Movie?

"Wow, you're , like, really pretty. Like, how do you do your hair? And if you wore makeup, that would look, like, sooo good. Please tell me you're not a loser." She was talking really super fast, and all I could think was: Shut. Up. I briefly wondered if I had an issue, but I really just did not care at the moment. People lying to me about how pretty I was was getting old, anyways.  But if I knew anything about girls, and especially this girl,  it was that I couldn't be as obvious about my feelings toward her as I had with David, or whatever life I had left would be over.  

"I'm allergic to makeup," I lied, maintaining eye contact,  and making sure I sounded indifferent.  "And,  yeah,  level 10 loser.  Sorry."      Over her shoulder, I saw David taking notice of the situation, becoming distracted from the conversation he was currently engaged in.  His eyes were sparkling with amusement.   Again.

The semi-nude clown before me frowned for a moment before returning to her usual happy fake self.   "Well,  no longer.   I'll, like,  totally make you my new project!"

"Thanks.  That's,  Uh,  sweet.   I guess." she grinned and flipped some hair over her shoulder.  "But no thanks. "  Her jaw dropped as she realized that I wasn't worship the prissy ground she walked on.  I bit back a smile.  

"Hey, you gonna come sit with us like you said you would?"  A suspiciously familiar voice inquired behind me.  I snapped my head over my shoulder and jumped.  "You said so in the office, remember?

Molly?  "Uh..."

Her eyes said just go with it.   I raised an eyebrow, still confused, but she just tapped her wrist impatiently.  Real helpful, thanks.  Wait... is she...trying to actually, possibly save me?  Molly has a soul?   It clicked.   She was here to rescue me.  Or murder,  with her I couldn't be sure.   Either way,  it was better than devil Barbie. 

"Oh yeah!  I totally got sidetracked.  I'll go with you right now. "  Frilly pants dropped her fake smile completely to glare at Molly. 

"Seriously?  You're over here?  Applause for the guts, Mollykins, but Sarah here was just going to sit with me, weren't you?"  Her voice was sugary sweet, and absolutely sickening as she batted her eyelashes at me, the smile returning.  I glanced at Mollykins, who just shrugged, like you're on your own, kid.  Somehow this felt like a right of passage.  Either go with the stupid preppy stereotypical thing in front of me, or one of about five people who had actually been nice to me today, two of which I was excluding because they were also preps, just slightly less annoying than this one.  The choice was pretty obvious. 

"Yeah... thanks for the, uh, invite, but I did promise, so..." I smiled a little too widely at pink blob thing, who stopped batting her mascara coated eyes immediately.  Crap.  I didn't like her.  At all.  But I didn't have a death wish either. 

"Wrong choice, Jacobs," she said, shaking her head sadly.  "I'm afraid that this is, in fact the most loser that you can get.  Sitting with Molly  here?"  she jutted a thumb at my rescuer.  "Is about as low on the social latter that you can get."  

"Oh, can it Brittany,"  Molly said, rolling her eyes.  "This is pathetic."  Brittany?  Of course that would be her name.  Note to self:  Never name a kid Brittany, because they may turn out like that.  Brittany flushed red, and I peeked over her shoulder to see David, staring at the exchange going on with fascination.  I crinkled my nose at him, and he only grinned larger.  Melody noticed, and put a hand on his arm, but he just whispered something in his ear that made her blush.  I forced down another barf, and returned to the more immediate issue.