Unknown Identity

Chapter Eight

Elliot drove his Jaguar to school. It was like driving to a queen's palace or something.

There was a huge gate opening to a private road heading to Stonebridge Heights University and as Elliot drove by, I couldn't believe the sight of greenery at the roadside. The leaves looked fresh even as some of the students roam the pastures. There were some students chilling by the grass, lying down just staring at the sky, girls probably talking about boys and where to get their hair done...

His car turned to the left. Sleek cars are parked everywhere. He turned the curb and there were a couple of nerd-looking guys (nope, no thick-rimmed glasses. You know a nerd when you see one with a Star Wars shirt, ironed chino pants and sneakers) waiting at a parking spot. He manoeuvred his car to them and I let out a gasp thinking that he would hit them. There are about three of them making way for his car.

One of the nerds (the one with the Star Wars shirt) hurried beside the Elliot's door.

"Hey, Elliot, we reserved this parking space for you," Star Wars guy said a bit cheerful but nervous at the same time. It was obvious that he was trying to please Elliot. "Did you like it?"

"You're an idiot, you know that?" I jump in surprise when Elliot barked at Star Wars guy. "You could've picked a parking space with a shade! I don't want a hot seat!"

I slapped Elliot's forearm, his hand still clutching the wheel. "You Pigheaded Baboon! You should be thankful! Are you blind?! Don't you see there's no more parking space?! At a time like this, anyone who has just arrived with their kickass cars would kill just to have your chock!"

Now he's mad at me.

"What the hell is a chock?!" he roared.

"It's, uhm, what you call the block on a parking space," Star Wars guy gulped.

We both swivelled to him.

"Saw it on Twitter," he explained anxiously.

What on earth is a Twitter?!

Elliot turned to me, then to Star Wars guy, then to me.

"Aliens!" he snapped before pushing his way out of the car, making the Star Wars guy stumble a few steps back, hitting his back against the yellow Porsche on the next space.

I immediately get out of the car and made my way around to Star Wars guy.

"Sorry about that," I said shamefully. "Is he always like that?"

Star Wars guy was just gaping at me then, his two friends joined his force-his gaping force.

"Uh, is there something on my face?" I said awkwardly.

"Who are you?" Nerd # 2 asked, still gaping. He was wearing a blue checkered button-down shirt with open buttons. Underneath was a maroon shirt that's a size bigger than him. Add up that baggy jeans and sneakers.

"I'm Brooke," I introduced myself cheerily. "And you guys are...?"

"I'm Drey," Star Wars guy said.

"Brandon," Nerd # 2 said.

"Clark," Nerd # 3 said (same fashion as Nerd # 2-I mean, Brandon-but his checkered button-down is white and his shirt is blue. Baggy chino pants and sneakers).

"Are you his new girlfriend?" Drey asked, still gaping.

"What?!" I felt like puking at Darth Vader's face (I'm talking about the print on his shirt). "Hell no! I'd rather be his mother so I can spank his ass with some discipline!" I rolled my eyes. Then, I stopped to think, realizing what I just said. "I take it back. I don't want to be his mother. Or anybody else's mother."