My Favourite Geek

21. Who pissed in your cereal?

Yvonne's POV

I'm almost dressed when I hear voices outside. I come out of my room to see Crystal already coming up the stairs looking at me in sympathy (no pressure, although don't know why she's looking at me like that), Lizzy and Chanelle also approaching (totally screwed) and I glance down to see Tyler, Kyle and Zach, their eyes shooting daggers at Dallas in the living room. Him staring back. (Kill me, this is the end).

"Hey. Guys. How's it going? How are things?" I ask nervously, smiling foolishly.

Lizzy is the first to speak. As she looks around the house she says, "This is not how I imagined a nerd's house to be. It's pretty awesome."

Chanelle glares at Lizzy before asking, "So this is where you've been all along and you didn't bother to tell us about it, Right? A nerd's house for heaven's sake?"

All the while Crystal is silent, her head down, avoiding my gaze.

I'm about to explain myself but Chanelle raises her hand up to stop me from saying anything and I'm taken aback. I blink twice probably thinking it's all in my imagination but it isn't. Chanelle would never do that. Where is she getting this boldness from?

A bucket of realization is dumped on me. I have never seemed helpless or have never relied on anyone before. That's mainly the reason why people adore me and never have the guts to stand up to me (except for 'you know who'). Seeing that for the first time I seem weak and have no clue what to do they detect it and want to use that against me.

Tyler comments, "Of all the people I know, I never would have thought that you would stoop so low."

Kyle too, with a smirk states, "Guess she's now homeless."

"So you've been hanging around with this geek is that it? I wonder what you've been doing with her." Zach says, referring to... Me? Dallas? I'm not quite sure but he's glaring at Dallas in the scariest of ways and as always, the nerd doesn't seem fazed by him.

"You know what? There's nothing more to say. I thought better of you Yvonne. I really did."

That statement makes my blood boil. "Shut the F up Chanelle." I laugh. A short humorless laugh. "Who exactly do you think you are? So, what now? You. All of you." I gesture to the rest. "Is this how distorted your minds are? So because Dallas is not a person of popularity you guys are what? Disgusted by him? Think he's too low for you?"

I glance down and I see that Dallas is staring at me now, his eyes wide open.

I continue. "Well, you're wrong. I have a lot of shitty things to say to you all but I don't think your shallow brains will be able to handle it. So just get out. Now. All of you."

They, except Crystal, walk out of the house. They look insulted. Not like I care. She's about to go with them but I stop her. "Crystal. You stay.'

She breaks down immediately. "I'm sorry Yvonne. I didn't mean to-"

I interrupt her. "Shhh. It's okay. Let's go to my room. What I'm angry about is how I ever ended up being friends with such lowlifes anyway."

We get to my room and after I'm able to calm her down, she starts explaining what happened.

"I'm so sorry. The situation was not in my control." She mumbles, sniffing.

"Calm down and tell me what you mean." I tell her, gently rubbing her back.

"I was by myself in an ice cream stand." She smiles dreamily at the thought. "Ice cream is bae." I chuckle lightly. Only Crystal would joke at a time like this.

"I ordered my ice cream when I heared two overly chirped voices. You know I don't like them the least bit but I faked nice. They asked me where you've been the last few days and then it hit me that I too haven't seen you. I went to Dallas house but no one was at home. That was when I called you. Remember?"

There was someone at home alright. I think as my mind goes back to when Alex and Alyssa were almost at gunpoint by Tall dude's men. I don't remember his name. Alyssa never mentioned it though, so I guess I'm still at liberty to call him Tall dude.

"Few minutes before I called you the two cornered me and asked where you've been since they saw no one at your own house. They're really brainless. They just realized now after like three weeks. I frustratedly remarked that they should stop disturbing me and they were like Who pissed in your cereal b*tch? Where did you find these friends of yours again?"

"So I called you. When I heard what you said I became paranoid like something bad had happened to you. Lizzy and Chanelle wanted to know what happened to you so, out of concern for you I told them everything. Then they called the guys. And those people also called other people. And here we are!" She gives me a weak smile before lying back and recoiling her small body on my bed.

I try to comfort her. "It's not your fault."

"I know. I know. But I just feel like I should have done something to stop this. I know how well you hold your reputation. You've known those people your entire life-"

"Screw reputation. I don't care about that anymore. To be honest, I'm not angry or sad in any way. I'm just a little pissed because of the remarks those idiots made. So don't put it on yourself."

Granted, I've lived in this city for a very long time I've known those guys my entire life. But it's a favourite food thing. You may have known a particular food for a long time and eaten it, but it doesn't mean you'll like it. The same thing goes for them. I only selfishly needed them for my popularity. At least, we would be like some group or something. Even without them, I'll still be awesome. (Ignore my bragging) I never genuinely liked them. And I know it may seem unbelievable, but I never choose to have an obnoxious attitude like they have.

"And Crystal?" I look sideways to my bed, glancing at her. She's still curled up, her eyes closed.

"Hmm?" She murmurs.

"You're the only friend I've ever had." I mutter.

"Awww." She murmurs again, grinning like a Cheshire cat with eyes still closed.

I groan inwardly. "You know I don't enjoy being mushy so enjoy it while it lasts."

She doesn't answer. I glance at the bed again to see that she's fast asleep now.

"Thank you for being my friend." I whisper, my eyes almost watering. I then get up and go up to the terrace to meditate awhile.

When I go up there I see another figure sitting down on the floor too. Dallas. His head tilted up, resting on the wall behind him, eyes closed. His glasses are removed and folded, kept next to him. With a sharp intake of breath I walk over slowly. I actually stood up for him today, and I don't know why but I'm sure the conversation we're about to have will be really awkward.

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Buenos dias.... or whatever.

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