My Favourite Geek

25. I Do Not Give Two Shits.

Yvonne's POV

My face is filled with bewilderment when I come out of AP Chemistry class. The reason for this is that Marianne blocks my way, looking like she's about to give a full-on confrontation for... probably... her pet pig that I killed? I don't know. But what I do know is that she's not happy. Her eyes that are usually covered by her thick rimmed glasses are prominent now, and for the first time I notice how dark her eyes are.

"What do you want, Mary?" I ask as I lean on the wall, casually crossing my arms.

"I don't want you near Dallas." She bluntly states. The expected outcome of that warning is supposed to hit me hard, but I still maintain my composure.

"Uh, I'm not quite sure why you decided to be this brave, but for Christ's sake, let me be. It's for your own good you know."

"Are you threatening me?" She narrows her eyes.

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"What kind of game are you playing, Ms. Popular?"

I wince at that statement but I don't let her know that. Something told me this sort of thing was coming. I'm prepared for situations like this though. I don't reply.

She continues. "Just know that I'm watching you. When the time is right, Dallas will see who you really are. I'll make sure of it."

I take one step forward to her, lean down and whisper in her ear. "I do not give two shits about what you do or don't do." I walk away, the click of my heels the only sound in the silent corridor, considering that everyone has gone to their various classes.

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There is nothing more awkward than getting to the cafeteria for lunch and robotically walk to your usual table, only few inches from getting there do you realize that you technically severed all ties from those seated there because you're not on good terms with those people, understanding that the feeling's mutual because of the glares that are shot your way.

If Crystal was around I would have sat with her. She went for her Aunt's funeral. I would have gone though, but I didn't get the chance. I'll really miss watching Crystal massage Aunt Joan's bunions. Now those bunions are gone forever. I sniffle a little and awkwardly turn and walk away from there, scanning the other parts of the cafeteria. Hmm. Nerdy table? Glee table? Goth table? Wimp table? Creepy Staring Dweebs table? (Don't ask) Teacher's table?

I guess the teacher's table would be nice. Maybe then I can discuss with Mr. Johnson the rate of opportunity cost of citizens in the country and how this has affected the economy. Or the law of diminishing returns. Such heartfelt topics.

Sarcasm. That was Sarcasm, Homo Erectuses.

I notice someone waving at me. Oh. Dallas. I wave back, no longer caring about the looks I'm being given. Then walk over to the table he's eating and sit down opposite him, not before scruffling his hair with my fingers.

"What's up geeky?"

I get the expected result when he scowls at me and straightens his hair.

"One, Don't call me that and Two, stop touching my hair." I frown. But his hair is sho shoft!

"The first one, I can do. But the second one, I'm not making any promises." I take a knife to cut my apple and he stares at me like I've grown a second nose within the duration of two seconds.

"Is that how you eat an apple?" He still stares at me in that way as more and more slices of pizza are bring shoved into his mouth.

I shrug. "Is there anything wrong with eating like this?"

"Nothing. Carry on." He mumbles.

I stare at my apple inquisitively. What is wrong with the way I'm eating? Curiosity lights up in my conscious and I look up at him, pouting slightly.

"No. Tell me. I want to know." I say as I place a slice of my cut apple into my mouth.

His brown-eyed gaze rests on my pouted lips before settling back on my face again as he shoves another slice of pizza into his mouth. One wouldn't notice if the person wasn't paying attention. He sighs.

"Okay. If you really want to know, Firstly, you eat as though you are preparing for a beauty pageant."

I tilt my head sideways. I kinda am. Next two months. But I don't feel like I'm up for it anymore. Lazinessssss. Even though Mom might kill me, all I say to that is 'meh'.

He continues. "Secondly, is that really the way to eat an apple? You can't just sink you teeth in it?"

"It's the only way I like. Besides, the fate of my gum hangs in the balance."

He rolls his eyes. "Classic Yvonne. I'm pretty sure that if one of your nails broke you'll prepare a funeral for it."

"Yeah. Says the one whose name is a town in Texas. I'm surprised you don't have a southern accent."

He narrows his eyes at me in confusion. "How does that relate to what we're talking about?"

"I don't know. I ran out of comebacks."

He doesn't say anything and I don't either. We stare at each for a second or two before little bouts of giggles and laughs turn to full blown guffaws. A feeling of deja vu washes over me when that happens.

This is what I've always wanted to do but couldn't do. Just be myself without caring about the judgemental looks I get. To be free to laugh in a most unladylike way without a care in the world. As I think back to what Dallas said about that law in chemistry, I begin to believe that, No, not only did Dallas discover a free spirited side in him, I did too.

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Short Chapter, I know. (-_-)

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