My Favourite Geek

13. Talk, Realizations and so much more.

Yvonne's POV

"Ha ha ha I feel so furrpy. That's not a real word."

Hey. Don't look at me. That's all Dallas talking. Blubbering rubbish.

I also don't have full control of my brain. We are on the terrace and I'm just listening intently to what he's saying like a little child listening to the good advice of her mother.

"Is the right word Furrpy or slurry? Yvonne answer me."

"Huh? Um I think the right word is Furrpy. I've seen it in the dictionary." I reply matter of factly, like I'm some English professor.

"Percocets. Molly, Percocets. Percocets. Molly Percocets. Rep the set, gotta rep the set. Chase a check, never chase a b*tch..."

I wonder where that annoying sound is coming from when I realize it's coming from my phone. Crystal is calling me. How on earth did Mask Off become my ringtone?

"Hello there sugar!" I answer overcheerfully.

"Yvonne what happened to you? I've been looking everywhere for you. Why did you leave the party?"

"Hey... Your voice sounds like my best friend." I say, and try to whack Dallas' hand away because he's trying to get my phone for reasons I'm oblivious to.

"Are you slurring your words?" She asks suspiciously.

I sigh and put my fingers over the bridge of my nose. "It's Furrpy not Slurry why doesn't anyone get the words right?"

"Huh? Anyways why did you leave?"

"Wanted to. The party was not all that dope." I reply. I whack Dallas' hand away and he finally retreats, frowning like a one year old baby.

There is a pregnant silence and she finally mumbles, "Okay."

It seems she does not believe me.

"See you tomorrow then."

"Okay, bye!!" I say and she hangs up.

"Dallas you are being a very bad boy. Why were you trying to take my phone from me?"

"No reason." He replies and grins like a Cheshire cat.

"Anyways let's talk. About stuff."

"We've been doing that for the past two hours." Woah, he counted? He's such a geek.

"Let's talk about our lives then."

"Hold on hold on. Isn't it odd that neither mom nor Alex knows what's going on?" He asks thoughtfully.

"There are probably sleeping. So... Tell me about yourself." I ask and sit Indian style on the floor next to him.

"Well... My name's Dallas McGregory. I'm in my final year of high school. I'm eighteen years old. I love reading, I have no social life and I loath obnoxious people."

"Okay... So how's life in general?" I ask, ignoring the last thing he said.

"Life in general is going pretty well. Except for the fact that I'm being haunted by my past, things are looking up for me." he replies, staring into space.

"What do you mean?" Ha! I just quoted Justin Bieber. This is not the time Yvonne.

I am curious to know what he meant even though I know it may be a confidential matter that he would never divulge if he was sober. Besides, we will probably forget everything in the morning.

He stops staring into space and looks at me. "You look cute when you're curious."

I don't blush obviously and I still stare at him with eager eyes.

"Anyways I'll tell you." He looks up to the sky as though looking for something up there.

Believe it or not, I wasn't always a nerd. Once upon a time, I was very popular in my school. I did everything a cliche bad boy would do. Slept around with girls, broke the rules, partied, vandalized things. I did so many horrible things. Some I remember vividly, some I don't remember to this day because of all the times I was wasted.

So I had a best friend. Name's Max. The thing is that he was the sensible one between us. He was always the one to know if the cops were coming when we vandalized things. He was always the one who drove me home if I drink too much because he was smart enough to not drink a lot. I literally could not live a complete life without him.

And then there came the financial crisis in my family that caused my father to leave us. I was introduced to a gang by my other friends and I decided to join the gang to help out my family, precisely my Mom (but I didn't let her know that).

And as usual I wanted Max to join me on this 'adventure'. He immediately refused and even wanted me to rethink my decision on joining the gang. After desperate pleas, he finally gave in. When we joined the gang we were sent on many dangerous missions and we became highly skilled killers. We were given gang names. Mine was Xander and his was Talon. Zach was also part of our gang.

I was so good that my boss took special interest in me and made me second in command. Then there was this particular mission that involved many innocent people dying. My friend was way too kind hearted for his own good so he deliberately compromised the whole plan so that people will not get killed. This created a great loss for the gang.

The boss became so furious with him that he took his parents captive and afterwards killed them in front of his eyes. I tried to plead with the boss to stop what he was doing but his men took me away. The one thing I saw that sent shivers down my spine before I was taken away was the hatred in the eyes of Max as he looked at me.

The next day, I went to his house to go and plead with him to forgive me for putting him in this mess in the first place but what I saw will be imprinted in my mind for eternity. All I could see was a cut wrist, a lifeless body and a pool of blood. My vision turned blurry and everything went black.

When I woke up I saw myself in an hospital. The doctor came inside and I immediately got up from the bed and grabbed his collar saying, "Please don't tell me my best friend is dead. Just don't." As I said that I removed the drip attached to my hand and left the hospital room. I didn't come for Max's funeral and his parents funeral because of the guilt eating me up. Then I transferred to another school, leaving behind my old ways.

He stops and I break out of my trance. Then I feel something wet on my cheek. I didn't realize I was crying the whole time. I immediately hug him tightly and whisper in his ear, "It's not your fault."

He laughs, a painful laughter. "Of course it is."

"Don't worry everything will be okay." I say reassuringly.

"No, it won't." He replies again.

I rock him like a baby until the both of us drift off to sleep.

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