The Nerd's Dreams

Chapter 35- What are you saying?

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"Umm"

I looked over at Jake watching as he played with his ice-cream.

I sighed and cleared my throat to get his attention. Jake's head slowly snapped up with the sudden noise and he looked at me with sad eyes. "Ah, Jake I'm not sure if I'm comprehending this right but....What are you saying?"

He ran his fingers through his hair and huffed. "What I'm saying is that, I'm not so sure how to put this or if i should just come right out and say that i'm asking you if... Maybe you'd be my... girl?"

This can't be happening. I can't believe this. How did this happen? Why now and not before? Why am I feeling so weird?

"Jake I deffinately didn't expect this to happen. Especially not with a....popular, person. And we're from two different worlds. I was a nerd and I'll always be a nerd, while you're a popular and will always be a popular. You must understand that your sudden discission can a cause a shocking decrease to your reputation. Jake I got lucky to even have a conversation with you because I got lucky to be awarded a makeover. I got amazing REAL friends but most important I got a chance to be closer to you. You might not understand me now but someday you will." I finally finished my rant and looked up at Jake to see him looking right back at me.

"Jessy why does other people and my reputation has to help you decide your decision? I asked you a question and not other people. I wasn't planning on asking you today but you insisted. I wanted to ask you another day when I had all this planned out. This should've been a more memorable moment and not a conversion about you worrying about my reputation. I wanted a yes or no answer, not a full blown rant. I asked you that question because obviously I wanted us to be together. Me asking you to be my girl wasn't suppose to be asked today. It was reserved for another day. In order to explain 'us' in a more understandable manner I asked you to be my girl." He stared in my orbs leisurely chewing his gum and giving me time to take it all in.

I slumped down in my chair and threw away the ice-cream container In the small bin beside us. I played with a strand of my red hair and sat with a defeated look. "We weren't suppose to be in a position like this. I should've answered a long time ago but I decided to delay my answer. Before God and his angels I will say my answer. One that may or may not change my life forever. So right now I'll answer. Yes Jake, yes I'll be your girl."

Jake let out a sigh of relief and his body visibly relaxes. "Oh thank God. You had me worried for a second."

I flashed a smile I thought was cute and became suddenly excited. "Good. So how about another round of ice-cream?"

**********HOURS LATER****

"So who's house exactly is this girls night going to be held?" I said through the phone.

"I haven't quite figured that part out yet" Caroline replied.

I let out an annoyed huff and ran my fingers through my tangled hair. "How can you be planning a girls night tonight and not know the venue?"

I could practically feel her rolling her eyes. "Stop worrying please. All we really need is food and blankets."

I paced back and forth in my living room. "You're saying it like it's that easy."

"It is that easy so relax an calm down. I'll talk to you in a few." she quickly said before hanging up.

She hang up on me! Oh that spoiled little rich brat!

"I cannot do this, I cannot do this...." I repeated over and over again.

This night was suppose to be perfect. We all were suppose to share stories and other shit we haven't told each other together. Tonight was suppose to be fun and well planned out. Why is she always doing last minute things? Why couldn't she have everything set already? Why am I even stressing out this much? It's just a sleepover. This night better work out as planned...