Deception Through A Nerd

chapter six | | accurate perceptions

C A S S I D Y

❝ live however you want, it's yours anyway. ❞

— unknown.

"No." I shook my head stubbornly, refusing to budge.

"But Cassidy," Mia pleads; her eyes melting into a darker shade of desperation.

Mia's begging had start off tentatively before it quickly escalated into the loud, passionate and stubborn zone, which was unfortunately, also my speciality.

"They threw a party in my house— that a huge sign that literally screams enemies from miles away," I hiss, shooting small daggers at the loud cluster of high class jocks roaming the halls.

I had successfully cleaned up the entire house in a record of time. It was two hours involving a friendly date with the detergents and vacuum cleaner. The volume I had created was quite maliciously noisy in an attempt to disturb my brother from his peaceful rest.

"You realize that it helped everyone like Connor more right?" Mia tries to positively input, gently resting an arm on my locker. She had finally switched her tactics to a more convincing approach to tap into my logical side. It was a pity that I could not recruit her for my project; her exterior aura would have provided a nice way to gain evidence.

"The social class is stupid anyways." I cross my arms before huffing underneath my breath. The door was refusing to close which was not helping my patience level, since it was already sky rocketing as this conversation continued.

Where was Ingrid to stop the flow when you sincerely needed it?

"Yes, but you wouldn't want your brother to be bullied either right?"

I can feel myself slowly being swept into this tsunami of internal torment. No, I didn't want my obnoxious brother to suffer, but I did not want him to do things under the obligation of returning to the so called 'popular kids' for the favour of being his friend.

That's just social blackmail.

"I'm tired okay? I don't want to talk about this anymore. They shouldn't have thrown a party like that when they have their own perfectly capable houses. I'm not going to apologize to Connor for snapping at him this morning. He's old enough to handle himself and know what's right from wrong!" I rant in a hushed voice. There were students gathered around the area and I surely did not want them to listen in on my private matters.

I can see Mia's eyes softening and I can almost feel the pity that is about to be unleashed. However, I do not wish to hear it. I understand that she means well, but I don't want to be some sort of book character to be dissected like a lab specimen today.

Sometimes, I think Mia is frankly too amiable at times.

Not that I'm saying that it's terrible or anything, but it is not incredibly clever in this world that we reside in.

There was a time when a soccer player broke his mechanical pencil after slamming it into the desk too hard in some weird game with his buddy then proceeded to ask her for one. Mia hands him one, legitimately knowing that he's very likely to crush hers into smithereens too. The only perk regarding being kind was that people may or may not act friendly with you too.

It was not a concept I was familiar with at the moment. My false stutters and lack of eye contact had most people steering clear of me without another glance.

"We'll talk about this later," I half-heartedly offer before spinning on my heel, clutching my textbooks tightly to my chest and walking off.

Although I successfully side-step a cheerleader who was speed walking down the halls, I don't miss the nasty look she shoots me. It was as if it were my fault she was a millisecond behind her schedule.