My Favourite Geek

14. He doesn't fricking remember.

Yvonne's POV

Some annoying mumbling is disturbing my beauty sleep.

"Momma! I need cuddles." Confused, I open my eyes. I feel someone is all snuggled up with me and I raise up my head trying to decipher who it is. What I see makes me smile a bit.

Dallas is sleeping peacefully, without any snores. How on earth is that even possible? Resting my elbow on the floor and placing my fist under my chin I stare at him a little bit more.

He is actually quite cute. Not hot. Cute. Okay. Maybe kinda hot. His dark brown hair is so soft that I almost want to run my hand through it. His face is so flawless. I've never really seen him not wearing glasses before. He looks way better. No wonder he was popular.

A big bucket of realization is dumped on me.

Oh my crackers! I and Dallas were cuddled up together?

I immediately remove his arm from my waist and get up from the floor on the terrace where we happened to sleep off. This can't be happening. I and Dallas? What if his mom saw the two of us like this? That would be the most compromising situation I'll ever find myself in.

He stirs a bit but continues sleeping. He looks so peaceful. But sadly, all good things must come to an end.

"Dallas wake up it's a school day." I tap him on his back repeatedly.

"What..." he mumbles. Then he starts to feel a very sudden pain in his head.
"Arrgh!" he painfully exclaims as he runs his hand through his hair. Serious hangover.

"Take care. Are you okay?" I ask sincerely, looking at him in concern. Woah. What? Since when have I been nice to him?

A voice in my head responds;
Probably when you listened to his life history. The same life history you said you were not interested in before.

I scratch my hair scalp and think about it. What if he remembers that he told me everything? Will he still treat me the same or things would be awkward?

"I'm okay." he says, sitting up straight. "Woah. What?" he stares at me horrified. "Since when have you been nice to me?"

I just asked myself the same question dude.

I don't answer and stand up, heading to my room to get dressed for school. I can feel his gaze on me as I go. I don't know if he remembers or not.

That was so awkward.

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In school, my mind is just wandering on stupid thoughts. Will he remember?

"Miss Daniels!" Mr Johnson shouts my name angrily.

I snap my head up. "Is there a problem Mr. Johnson?"

He smiles at me. Did he just have a brain surgery? Why is he smiling at me?

He comes to where I'm sitting and says "Yvonne. We are learning demand and supply. Maybe, if you pay attention you can remember one or two things." Sarcastically.

I roll my eyes and reply "Maybe, if you know how teach I could remember one or two things." In an equally sarcastic tone.

Some of my classmates snicker. He just keeps silent and walks back to the front of the class.

I smirk proudly but it fades as I start thinking about Dallas again.

A voice in my head starts speaking. Wow Yvonne Daniels. You're really whipped. If anyone had told you that you will be thinking about some geek some weeks ago you would have taken the person to go and see a neurologist. To go get his or her brain scanned, sterilized and finally pulverised.