My Favourite Geek

22. IQ, Leftovers and Icy Tears.

Dallas' POV

She actually stood up for me. Of all the people in the world I never would have imagined that Yvonne would stand up for me. But the more I think about it the sadder I get. Why you may ask? It's a quite simple but complex answer.

I'm at the terrace thinking about things I wouldn't have been thinking about if I was the same old invisible geek that no one ever took notice of. But, that's not going happen anytime soon. By tomorrow I would be the talk of the school, in a seriously bad way.
I glance up and see Yvonne sitting down right there beside me, her feet curled up, her chin resting on her knees.

"You okay?" She whispers, looking straight ahead.

"It's actually quite funny you know." I say. I don't know how to answer the question she just threw my way. So I'm deviating. Deliberately.

"What is?" She asks. I glance at her again, getting lost in her features. She is quite unique. Her hazel depths are such that you get lost in them if you so much as give her a quick glance.

"You and I, what we have been through, what we are going through now, and what we are likely to face in the future, kind of reminds me of a principle in chemistry. Le Chatelier's principle."

I expect her to make fun of me and my geekyness but she's actually giving me her full attention, her eyes wide.

"If I explain it to you, you'll probably say it doesn't relate. But to me it does. It states-"

"Yeah, yeah, that if an external constraint such as a change in temperature, pressure or concentration, is imposed on a chemical system in equilibrium, the equilibrium will shift so as to annul or neutralize the effect of the constraint..." She wrinkles her eyebrows innocently as though she didn't just have my mouth wide open long enough for a housefly to seek abode in it.

She continues, "How does that principle relate? I don't exactly see the connection."

When I don't answer she turns her head to see me with my mouth still agape. I finally snap out of my trance and ask in amazement, "Are you an imposter?"

What? It's a valid question. Besides it could just so happen to be that Yvonne has a human android or something replacing her.

"What? What do you mean by that?" She rolls her eyes. "Aren't you being a little too dramatic?"

"You're the Yvonne Daniels right?"

"The one and only." She states.

"Prove you're not a robot then. I'll test you. What was the first piece of footwear you saw me in?" I ask, all the seriousness in the world etched on my face as the interrogation begins.

She raises her eyebrows. "Flipflops." She states,popping both 'p's. "Pink colour, if I may add."

She's not lying. She's not a robot. Then who's she?

How in world is it that Yvonne knows this when I know for sure she has a brain similar to that of a Stegosaurus? Who I must mention has a brain the size of a walnut -only 3 centimetres long and weighing 75 grams. I'm even pretty sure that hers' is smaller than that of a Stegosaurus. Probably the size of an average neutron. Quite infinitesimally small. Okay, I'm Geekviating. I think I should halt my incessant rambling.

I hear a voice in my head.

Geek?

Huh?

Shut up.

Well damn...

"I know you're surprised that I know stuff." Yvonne breaks my thoughts inappropriately but thankfully.