The Girl who was Stalked

Mee and Nick

"Its not funny." I repeated.

"Admit it, it is." He smirked.

"You're disturbing me."

"Old Heffley can't even remember our faces!" He shrugged.

"His name is Prof. Hefferson."

"Yeah, same thing."

I stayed quiet.

"At least look once!"

I gave in and looked. It was a drawing of a pikachu.

"Wow." It was good.

"You know how I made this?" He began excitedly. "I made a peanut." He drew it again for me.

I chuckled. "Smart."

"That I am." He said, pushing his invisible glasses up his nose.

We were in the mathematics lecture, Nick sitting right beside me and disturbing me, read: making me feel special, and talking to me.

In case you're wondering why I'm behaving kinda unapproachable and stuck-up to a guy I crushed on and thought would be my 'the boy', then its because I'm using a trick Beth taught me the other day- Hard to get.

"Okay okay, another one. Why did the toys cross the road?"

I blinked, and thought about it. It struck me soon. I'd watched Toy Story two with June about a month ago, since she loves that kinda films, and it was a line from that, but undecided not to answer.

I shrugged, "Why?"

"To eat the chicken!" He said in a singsong voice.

"Its, 'To find the chicken'." I corrected him. "At least get your jokes right."

"You mean you've watched Toy Story." He looked at me, squinting then added brightened, "I changed it because I am more interesting in eating the chicken."

I dimpled.

"So, that's the cue line, or you to agree to accompany me for lunch."

My eyes widened. "Li-like a d-"

I was cut short by his, "yep, a date. But, only in the cafe, this time."

I breathed. This. Was. Great! "Sure. I'd like that."

"Whatsay, we sneak out right now?" He said, looking at his watch. "We'll get two minutes extra."

I shook my head. "We'll only get two hours detention."

"Fine."

I jumped with joy in my heart but limited it to appearance.

I'd been asked out on a DATE!!!

*

"Two chicken hamburgers." He ordered at the desk of the burger shop of our cafe.

"Actually-" I began, but he cut me off.

"Trust me, these people make great burgers."

"Listen-"

"And its many treat too."

"I'm vegetarian."

His eyes widened, and he looked at me as if I was kidding. "A vegan?" Then he returned to his usual self. "Fine, we'll get you a veg burger."

I was taken aback. This fact was usually enough for the RARE guys who offered to buy me lunch to be driven off. But he was just so good.

My, I am beginning to think I like him.