WHAT DOES THIS MEAN??

Fifteen

It's been two hours since Silvia Matt left Kim's house and probably 10 minutes less than two hours since  Kim cried.  The atmosphere has totally changed, now that we're sitting in the den, debating on which movie to watch next.  In the last past couple of hours, we became comfortable watching the movie Scream, sitting Indian style, very close to each other on the couch, popping pop corns and skittle constantly down our mouths.  All I found out was that Scream is not one of my favorite movies, and that both Kimmy and me like the blue skittles over red.

Kimberly's mood has drastically morphed from the cry-sad-mode to loud-happy-screamy mode, and I'm glad it has.

"This!"  Kim pointed at the Star Wars DVD, for which she got a thumbs up from me.  She grinned as she pulled out the CD from the shiny expensive holder and inserted it into the DVD player.  She gave me a soft punch on the shoulder when she found me spreading my legs in an un-womanly manner over her comfortable princess cushion to which she clung to throughout our last movie on the old couch in her den.  I was given an spongy Mickey Mouse cushion, which I definitely agreed to have.  Hey, what are you looking at me like that for?  I love Mickey Mouse!

Halfway through the movie, Kimberly went to fetch some more skittles while I searched for the remote with my eyes to pause the movie.  It was far away below the TV set.  I smirked, then flicked my finger unthinkingly to pause the movie.  Yay Magic!

I heard the door crack open, and turned around smiling expecting Kimmy.  But...But..But!  It wasn't her.  OH CRAP!  It was Chase Jones, standing like a God at the door, too good to look at, his jet black hair ruffled into a coy manner, and one eyebrow raised at me questioning my presence in his den.  I didn't know what to do, I didn't know what to say, I didn't how to breathe. It was such a pathetic situation.  He could have come here when Kim was with me.  Why now??

Oh no! Oh no! No no no no no!   Why was he here? Don't panic, Becky.  You need to calm down really.  A couple of butterflies fluttered in my stomach as he approached me, his face still quizzical.  I gulped.

He watched me with his narrow eyes as I immediately changed my inhumanly position on the couch and sat with my hands crossed.   "Who are you, nerdy??"  His voice, for which I haven't heard to much, flooded into my ears and got registered in my head.  That hard, though smooth tone.

Hey wait. Did he just call me nerdy?  What kind of nerdy?  What does he even try to mean by calling me nerdy?

"Helllooo???" he waved a hand in front of my lost face, snapping me out of my daze.  Unfortunately, my eyes met his sea-blue ones and the butterflies in my stomach collapsed with each other and seemed to have multiplied, making me feel sick.  I gaped at him for one more second before answering his question.

"Becky!" I whispered.  

It took him a while to register what I'd said.  "Beckyyyy?" 

I nodded, looking at the paused TV.  He seemed to be thoughtful for one more minute and an irresistible wicked grin slowly slowly formed on his lips, before he plopped down beside me on the couch, grabbing Kim's princess cushion and flinging it off to the floor.

'Rebecca Lala Corner?' he gnawed, the beast grin spreading to his eyes, which seemed devilishly twinkly.

These three words had a very big impact on my way of thinking about him.  All the mad butterflies died down, and the nervousness was gone, replaced by pure annoyance.  Just because he's too handsome with those deep sea eyes, adoring structure, and maddeningly awesome dark hair, I'm not the one he must be playing his tricks at.  I'm no toy for a player like him.  No no!  If he's thought that he could catch hold of me, he's definitely mistaken.