Super Simulator

Chapter 67- Streak Bitches

Molly's POV

"Do I look OK?" I asked Talia. We were in our dorm, and I was getting ready for my 'study date' with Jason. Nightcore music was blasting in the dorm."I mean, I really want to impress him!" I said. I adjusted my glasses as Talia fussed over my hair. "You sure he didn't actually mean he needed help studying?" She asked me. I furrowed my brows and crossed my arms. "Of course, he meant as a date! In all the books the guy asks the cute nerdy girl for study help to get closer to her!"

Talia rolled her eyes, "But you're not cute." With that, I tugged her blond pigtails as she giggled.

I looked in the mirror as Talia fixed my hair. She replaced my regular smudgy glasses with red, rectangle ones that brought more attention to my eyes. Instead of my hair being the usually knotted up, frizzy tangled long mess, Talia combed and braided it into a tight ponytail that I was pretty sure was cutting off the circulation to my brain. She covered my hints of acne with concealer and my short lashes were coated in volumizing mascara. My face usually turned a mad red so they didn't want to add any more blush to my tan skin. Pale, cotton candy pink coated my lips.

Instead of the usually wrinkled uniform, I was wearing a red crop top with the words Fabulous etched across in silver, cursive and glittery handwriting. Of course, I insisted on at least wearing a white undershirt. No one is going to see my innie. Unfortunately, no one could see my belly button, not even Jason. With that, I wore bone tight skinny jeans and high heeled boots.

"You sure this isn't too much? I don't want to look like a whore . . ." I told Talia. She shook her head and tightened the ponytail again. "Nonsense, if he resists that blond girl who seems very . . . well, you know. You've got to raise the imph!" She said. 

"Though if he's attracted to Emera you should look more like her . . ." She muttered. I whipped my face towards hers, my hair nearly slapping her. "He's NOT interested in Emera!" I denied, yelling over the music. Talia flinched but shrugged at my response. "Whatever. Anyways, I'm done." She stepped back to admire her work. I had to admit, I looked not half bad. I mean, still nothing compared to the Streak Bitches, but something at least.

"He should be here soon, you should go," I told Talia. Talia frowned but then squealed. "I still can't believe one of THE Streaks is coming here! I'm so excited! You HAVE to take a picture of him. I would, but unfortunately, I didn't have enough time to install a camera," She said. With that, she grabbed her bag and went to her usual route to stalk the Streaks.

A few minutes later I found myself pacing. Wait, did I even tell Jason where my dorm is? Wait, guys aren't even allowed in the girls' dormitories!

But at that second, someone knocked at the door. I panicked and stumbled over to shut off the computer blasting the music and ran to the door, looking as if I was doing the Stanky leg sped up. I opened the door and immediately fell face first. My chin planted into the hard wood as I was halfway in the door, Jason's face peering down at mine. My ponytail got caught in the doorknob as my long hair was tangled into it. My stupid heels caused my legs to twist in an odd angle. 

"You OK?" Jason asked. I winced but picked myself off the floor. Jason held out his hand as I grabbed it, remembering the 'How To Tell If A Guy Is Interested' book I recently got. 

#1) tries to make skin contact

#2) insists on helping you

Well, #1 and 2 are done. That's a good sign. "U-Uh, y-yeah," I said. "W-what are we studying again?"

He looked at me confused, "Uh, Math..."

"Right," I said. Oh, I was so embarrassed! I wanted to bury myself underneath the floor I recently tried to make out with and disappear. 

I got out my math textbook and went over the Algebra. There was a lot more studying rather than talking than I thought. Maybe he was trying to kill two birds with one stone by studying AND trying to get closer to me?

#3) tries to make plans to spend time with you

Well, he did make the plans so study. So that's a clear sign!

Wait, but what if this is the kinda stuff he does with Emera? a little voice in my head said.

Oh shut up stupid brain, he would've asked her for help! Well, I mean she isn't in our math class, but still! Emera is NOT his girlfriend!

The little voice in my brain sighed at my denial/protests/lies.

 At the end of the session, Jason started to pack up his own things. "Well, thanks for the help! I think I understand it a lot better now!" He smiled at me. Wait, what? I snapped out of my daydreaming and ogling at him as my attention perked up. No! That can't be the end of it!

"U-uh, there's a horror movie tomorrow I think. Would you like to come with me?" I asked him. His smile faltered as he gave me a surprised expression.

#5) you surprise him

"What?" he asked me. I rubbed my arm and fidgeted with my shirt. Maybe I should've shown more skin.

"Well, it'd just be you and me . . ." I muttered.

"Oh, uh. Sorry. I'm already going with Emera and some friends." He gave a small smile. "Well maybe next time-" I started. But by that time he was already out of the door. 

Maybe he wanted to avoid the awkward situation since he was already attending with friends! Yeah, that's all. Plus he said Emera AND friends! SO HE JUST CALLED HER A FRIEND!

Or, he's seperated her from friends cause they're MORE than friends? my brain said. Oh shut up, he totally just admitted he was single.

But if he was going to the movies and Emera would be there . . . Oh that little vixen . . .

I threw my math textbook onto my bunk bed. One thing was clear.

I hated Emera's guts.