Silver lining [BOOK 2] | ✓

|2| Nora's brain

Let me tell you something.

Besides my parents who always got a rush by pointing out my mistakes since birth, I never really found any fucks to give what other people had to say about me, the marvellous gracious human being earth had been blessed with twenty one years ago.

If it weren't for my filthy rich parents, I would have probably gone to some local college and would not come to Yale and meet Derek Callingham, the ideal example of what could be termed as a wallflower. Hell, it was money which got me into this university. I didn't struggle as hard as the other students and I never did either because even at school, I never fell in love with academics like Derek did.

I was blessed with good skin and teeth, but God restricted me in the height section. I was very short, five feet one inch to be exact. So, next to Callingham, who stood at a good height of six feet and almost a foot taller than me, I felt like a midget next to him and that bastard always made it a point to show me that.

Don't even get me started on the number of times he had pulled my leg by calling me shortie. I had retaliated by putting gum on his chair and it wasn't an easy task after that to pull him off it.

But I was smarter and more intelligent than him, so I compensated for that. Derek Callingham was a pansy and a coward who only self moped and whined about how he could never be good enough for anybody or anything.

The first thing that came to my mind when I first saw Derek Callingham was— this boy thought a lot.

And by a lot, I mean a lot. It was not normal for a teenage guy like him to think a lot. At this age, boys were supposed to play games or any sports during the day and masturbate while watching porn during the night time.

Derek Callingham thought and thought so much, it was a miracle his brain didn't blow up because it would probably drive me to insanity if I was in his place.

Before I spoke actually, I had  stared at him for few minutes straight. He had his stupid pencil stuck up his nose and was wondering about something deeply, not even realizing that the way I looked at him was probably creepy.

Quite creepy.

The second opinion I formed about him after we met and exchanged those formal hello's and hi's were, he was incredibly quiet.

He was a closed and guarded person that wouldn't easily open up to anyone. You had to work on him, make him speak and ask him questions and only then he would start speaking.

At first, I thought it was only because I was a girl and he was feeling shy, because I have met guys who were frightfully shy and quiet, but in the case of Derek Callingham, it was not true. He was an introvert, in general.

To be really honest, I didn't like these people very much as I often felt they were too uptight and perfect for their own good who didn't want to "degrade" themselves by speaking to people like me.

Even Kyle, Derek's friend and roommate considered me one and I only tolerated him and considered him a friend because of Derek and I always got an adrenaline rush irritating those people more who got irritated by me easily.

The only people who didn't sigh at the sight of me were Derek Callingham and Alicia Rush, the girl from the library who was in my english class and had a serious problem of scratching her face and getting a rash now and then. I was friendlier with Uncle Harry at the baker down two blocks and our maintenance guy, Mr. Jihn.

I never understood why Derek Callingham never ditched me for others or told me to go away. I would tell myself to go away if I were him because I had been often told I got on people's nerves.