Talk Nerdy To Me

Chapter 9

As I was leaving The Adbury's house in a wave of fury I ran into Jeremiah in the hallway of family pictures.

"Whoa there Speed Racer. Who lit your butt on fire to leave so quickly?" Jeremiah said stopping me before I nearly mowed him down."Take one guess." I huffed. Instantly his eyes were filled with understanding and he said "Follow me"

So I did. All the way to the end of the hallway and up some stairs and then down another hallway until we arrived at what looked like the family library. And when I say library, I mean it made Books A Million look sad compared to all of the books it had. It wasn't even that large of a room either, possibly 12 by 12 in length and width but from floor to ceiling it was definitely eight feet tall with bookshelves on every wall, floor to ceiling. There was a small desk with a roller chair at the back of the room with some brown beanbags in the middle. There was a ladder that you could move around the room on wheels with steps wide enough to sit on if you wanted to read there, perched high in the air.

"I know right" Jeremiah said, looking at my shocked expression. "Anywho, follow me." He said again leading me to a bookshelf on the far left wall that was filled solely with yearbooks. They were in order by year so it didn't take long for Jeremiah to find 2007-2008, all the way up to 2011-2012 yearbooks. "Want to know why Thomass has such a chip on his shoulder? Look through these. They don't explain why he's so full of himself, in fact no one seems to know that one, but they explain why he's so freaking judgmental all the time." Jeremiah said handing all four to me.

"Um, thanks?" I say uncertainty in my voice. Why is he doing this? Does he know about my assignment from Colonel? No he can't its top secret. "You'll be thanking me later. Now go before Thomass' mom starts force feeding you cookies." Jeremiah says with a smile. I immediately go, knowing that I wouldn't be able to pass up cookies, they are my one true weakness and I can only eat them at Create-It because no matter what you eat there, you are always skinny and that's one of the many reasons why I love working there.

After I say one final goodbye to Thomass and Jeremiah's parents I'm out the door and going to my car with my arms full of Thomass' yearbooks. I lay them on the backseat of my '65 yellow bug and then close the door before getting into the driver’s seat. I love my car, it's a very masculine thing to say but I really do. It doesn't have automatic locks and it has those wind up windows with the crank on it, but it’s been my baby since my Grandma gave it to me on my sixteenth birthday. I've updated it with a kicking stereo system that will play any song (no fees) as well as any movie I want (seven inch tough screen on the dash). I love my car.

When I finally arrive to my apartment I see that Shelly has left a post-it note on my refrigerator. She probably just said she's going on a date or somewhere and won't be home till late, so I ignore it. I haul the four yearbooks to my room and plop them on my bed before changing into my pajamas to read them. I look at myself in the mirror and am filled with self-loathing at my reflection. How I wished I looked like the Kerilynn in Create-Co. With the dirty blonde hair that was always pulled into pigtails or a messy bun and the shortness. I loved being short there, being 5'11 isn't the picnic people make it out to be. None of my pants or dresses are ever long enough and when I do wear shorter shorts, every guy I pass eye-rapes me as he checks out my too long legs and toned body. So whenever I went out I normally wore sweat pants or a baggy hoodie with loose jeans. Sometimes I feel like God put me in the wrong body. Like there is a really short girl out there with a fashion style that would suit this body perfectly while I'm sitting here hating every minute of my time outside of work.

'Okay Keri, enough with your self-bullying, read those yearbooks!' I mentally chide myself for being selfish and turn away from the model-like girl in the mirror and head to my bed.