City Girl

White Knights and Sherlocks

City Girl

Chapter 3

Day 7: White Knights and Sherlocks

Fortunately, or unfortunately...you know I'm really not sure how to view it yet...I didn't see Skandar again until a week later.

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"Ugh! You've got to be kidding me." I slapped my palm against the glass of the vending machine, and then I tried to shake out the sting it left me with. I had ordered a bag of M&M's, but of course they got stuck.

"Can I help you?"

Those four simple words had been on replay in my mind for a week now. And the satisfaction of hearing them again both brought a smile to my face and sent a jolt of fear through me. I pushed the pesky fear aside as much as I could.

"Yes please. It appears to like M&M's as much as I do and it doesn't want to let them go," I said as I pointed to the machine.

"Can you blame it?" he asked. "And honestly, I'm surprised you found one that had any M&M's left."

"Yes, well, that's just my luck. I find the one machine that has what I want only for it to get stuck on the way down and loom there just to torment me."

"Have no fear, your white knight is here." Skandar's chin dropped to his chest. "I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to make a cheesy rhyme."

I giggled softly. I couldn't help it. "It's alright. We can all be poets and just not know it."

Skandar smiled and I forgot why I was standing there.

"Did you still want those M&M's?"

"Oh! Yes, please. Thank you."

I stepped aside, silently cursing myself, while Skandar had his back to me. He gave a good solid knock with his fist to either side of the vending machine and the bag fell clean down. Skandar bent to fetch them for me before turning back around.

"A gentle love tap is usually all she requires."

"Um, thanks. I'll...I'll keep that in mind."

"Is there anything else I can get the Headmaster's daughter?" He smirked knowingly.

"You knew?"

"Not for certain until just now, but I guessed. After all, what are the odds of an American teenage girl moving to the area at the same time as the Headmaster's estranged daughter who is also from America?"

"We're not estranged," I said. "I mean, we may be a tad 'strange,' but there's no 'es' to it." Skandar outright laughed and I'd forgotten how wonderful it sounded.

"I don't think I've ever met someone bold enough to call the Headmaster 'strange.' He's always so..."

"Stiff and straight-laced. A crossed 'T' and a dotted 'I?' Prim and Proper?" I offered as suggestions when he seemed at a loss for words.

"Yeah, something like that."

"Well that's because you've only ever seen him while he's at school and in a controlled environment. He's different when he's not 'Headmaster.' Ask him about Maui if you're ever felling brave. Er-on second thought, he'd probably just get mad at me then. So, ah..."

"I won't mention it."

"Thanks." '

Typically I'm a quiet girl. I enjoy a good movie, and occasionally the bad one. My personal collection is somewhere over a hundred. I have everything from the latest action flick to Gone with the Wind, from the Narnian films to documentaries. (I really enjoy those little independent films that nobody knows about found in those down and out theaters that nobody knows about.) When I'm not bogged down with homework, or watching a movie, I'm either lost in a good book, writing my own book, or sitting in a public place pretending to read while observing human behavior for future writing needs. None of those activities require much talking. Hence why I describe myself as a 'quiet girl.'