Beauty and the Geek Boy

Chapter 10-Will

*Geek Boy*

I arrived to the library fifteen minutes early.

For a moment, I stared at the ceiling of my car, remembering the expression on the lawyer's face as he brushed past me into the living room. His features had been set in stone, serious, while his demeanour was cold, detached. I'd watched silently as he'd marched into our living room, dressed in a foreboding black suit and clutching a leather briefcase. My mother hadn't spoken except to remind me to leave the house.

It was too much for me.

Taking a deep inhale, I stepped out of the car, locking it behind me. My breath caught in my throat as I scanned the parking lot.

Ellie's silver Porsche sat empty across the parking lot. A closer look at the number plate confirmed my prediction. I'd only ever seen it a few times since most of the trips to school consisted of her car sharing with her best friends. But I could never forget anything that had to do with Ellie.

She was already here.

My heart sped up, beating erratically as I approached the library doorway. As I nodded at the librarian at the front desk, I thought about my message to Ellie this morning.

It had taken me at least ten minutes to figure out how to respond. The moment i'd seen her message, the words scribbled perfectly in a way that allowed me to imagine her saying them in reality, my mouth had dried up and, for a moment, I could do nothing but stare in awe.

Ellie Kent--the Ellie Kent of my seven year crush--had messaged me on Facebook.

It was impossible.

Something I'd dreamt of for years had happened in mere seconds. It would have taken her only a moment to write the words that shook my entire universe. Only a moment to make my heart stop beating.

But one look at her profile had confirmed the truth: she was out of my league.

I'd seen her profile many times, but it had hit much harder this time.

Ellie's friend list was endless, stuffed full of cheerleaders, jocks or just plain attractive individuals. There was a myriad of photos where she was tagged attending a social event--parties, pep rallies, school games, you name it, she'd been there. Pictures and videos flooded her profile, the most prominent of which was a party that took place last night.

While I spent my Friday nights revising and working, she went out with her friends.

So out of my league.

To add to it, the amount of dancing, cheerleading and gymnastic competitions she'd won were extensive. Every few posts, I would see another image of her holding a trophy or posing with a medal. There were pictures of her in ballet costumes, cheerleading uniforms and dance outfits. And in correspondence with the costume, there was a matching trophy.

She was perfect.

And even if that was as close as I would get to knowing her, I was grateful.

Air conditioned air hit me as I entered the main library. I strode through the aisles, dodging bookshelves, as my gaze skimmed over my surroundings in search of Ellie.

I'd spent ages thinking about today--how I would act, what I would say. To gaze at her from afar was one thing, but to be talking to her was another. For the first time, I would be in the presence of my crush, with all of her attention focused on me.

I imagined what she would look like. Maybe she would smile as I strode in, her beautiful face lighting up into that unforgettable grin.

I wish.