"Sophia, time to wake up!" I hear a male say in a very sing-songy voice.
"Nooooooo!" I groan. "Five more minutes please?!"
Then, I hear in a more serious voice, "Sophia, get up. Now."
...Wait, Siri doesn't know my name, that's not my alarm tone, and WHO THE FUCK IS IN MY BEDROOM?
I bolt upright, grabbing the baseball bat I keep beside my bedside table, blindly aiming to bash the brains out of anyone in my near vicinity.
Before I can swing, though, I hear a voice shout, "WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, SOPHIA!"
I finally take a quick peek and have a mini-heart attack when I see Gotham.
Gotham Jones. In my bedroom.
Oh my God, Gotham Jones is in my bedroom!
*Cue dirty thoughts-*
NOPE! HE'S JUST A PLAYER!
My thoughts argue back in forth, my conscience taking the lead. How shocking. Nice to meet you after all these years.
I realize I'm still crouching on my bed, the bat on my shoulders in swinging position. I quickly sit down and lean the bat back against my bedside table. Then, I turn to face Gotham.
"What the actual hell do you think you're doing in my bedroom at 6:45 in the morning?!" I snap.
"Um, it's 6:53, actually." He says jokingly. I take a sideways glance at my bat before he continues, sounding a tad more nervous than he was a few seconds ago.
"Hey hey hey, I'll shut up, but at least let me explain why I'm here."
"IF you had done that BEFORE giving me a heart attack we wouldn't be in this situation, Gotham!" I say, raising my voice significantly.
"Well IF you hadn't overreacted over my being in here I wouldn't have almost had my face smashed in by a plastic baseball bat!"
...How'd he know it was plastic? ...NOT THE POINT, SOPHIA.
"I don't know about any of your little sluts, but when I wake up to find a guy I don't know in my bedroom, half-dressed, on a Saturday morning for Pete's sake, I'm gonna freak out!"
It was true. Gotham had no shirt on. To be honest it was really hard to be mad and scold him when his chest was so distracting, but I've taught myself not to dwell on things I'll never have.
And then it hits me. "Actually, why aren't you at one of your little sluts' houses? I heard Stephanie Krouse is having a sleepover tonight. Maybe you can try your luck with a 3-way?" I suggest, sounding bored out of my mind. If he would just LEAVE already...
"Okay, I will let that little comment slide, IF-" Gotham starts, but I cut him off.
"Oh NO you don't. Don't just break into MY house, sneak into MY room, and wake ME up at 6:53 am on a SATURDAY morning just to force ME to say only what YOU want to hear. Well guess what pretty boy, I don't NEED you. I don't need your rides in the middle of the night, I don't need your sympathy at school, I don't need you IN MY BEDROOM WAKING ME UP. I don't need you making little comments or nit-picking over every little thing I say. I don't need you trying to blackmail me into sleeping with you over some little, WELL DESERVED comment." I spit, livid.
"-you accept my apology gift for breaking in?" Gotham finishes, raising one eyebrow, clearly amused at my little outburst. He hands me a little box, awfully wrapped with brown paper and duct tape. I sigh and take the gift. But I won't apologize. Inside is a little photo album. Yes, an actual album with developed photos and little clear, plastic sleeves, the whole works. I open it hesitantly, but when I see the first photo my heart squeezes.
I quickly flip through the album, and by the end of it, my heart is leaping in my chest. I attempt to thank Gotham, but when I turn around, he's gone. Funny, because my window is closed and my door isn't open. I carefully tuck the photo album back into the box and stuff it under my bed. I'll look at it more later...
I quickly walk over to my window, only to see Gotham's car driving away. Aw, shoot, I was gonna thank him...
I make a mental note to thank him before I crash into my bed.
(WARNING: BIG HP SPOILER IN THE FOLLOWING PARAGRAPH. DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU.)
I have this dream where I'm Sirius Black and that behind the curtain in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix is actually a personal Hell. Which makes no sense, because later on in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, the Resurrection Stone revealed to Harry the ghastly forms of Sirius and his parents, and Sirius assured Harry that dying didn't hurt. Whereas in the personal Hell version of my dream, Sirius burned eternally for not doing more to protect Harry. The dream ended with one of Sirius's tortured screams, ringing through my ears until I woke up.
You can always count on Sirius to be a drama queen, am I right?
I quickly push the dream out of my mind, getting up to grab my Slytherin robe. Yeah, I'm a dork, I know. But in my defense, it IS really cold in my room when I first wake up...
I check my phone clock. 12:23. I still have a few hours to grab some work applications, then. I'm really dreading it, but I would've needed a job eventually. Except this time it's mandatory if I want a chance of keeping the electric and water on, not to mention I'll have to pay insurance on multiple vehicles...and get food for myself...and if anything goes wrong, technically I'm not an emancipated minor yet...
I push these thoughts out of my head and pull on a random t-shirt, some black jeans, and a TØP hoodie. I run a brush through my hair and quickly straighten it before grabbing my phone and heading out the door. So this is gonna be fun...not...
*****
Two hours and 6 filled-out applications later, I'm exhausted. It's hard to find a place actually needing workers. Most positions have already been filled in my places of choice. However, they let me fill out an application for Hot Topic. I'm hoping that one works out, because how awesome would it be to work there? And if I got an employee discount, I'd be unstoppable in all my nerdy, fangirl, TV-and-movie-referenced t-shirt glory!
Once I get home, I write up a thank-you note for Gotham. Huh, never thought I'd be saying that. But what he did actually meant a lot to me. More than I could hope to put into words...
...he found pictures of me and Austin!!
🌹AN: So who do you guys think Austin is? Maybe an old flame? An old best friend? Ooooh, maybe he was the hot boy next door that Sophia grew up with but moved away right as they were getting close. Who knows?
...well, besides me, of course!🌹
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I'll Be Fine
ChickLit🌹Previously called Life, Death, and Nerds🌹 🌹This is a book about Sophia Allen. Super dorky and loveable, she goes through high school with no less than A-'s, and is known as the school's biggest nerd. It doesn't help that she suffers from anxiety...
