Mr. Bookworm

Emily Is My Girl

With short auburn hair, manicured fingernails, and a million-watt smile, the delightful Emily Rose found herself approached by the most unlikely person. Usually, she glided into the hallway of her high school with her friends. Chatting heavily about teenage stuff like boys, homework, the next class and the best nail polish for the prom. Today, she found her personal space invaded by one of the most popular athletes at her school.

"Would you go out with me?" said a nervous man. He adjusted his shirt collar of his football jacket. Down on one knee, he looked up to her. He reached for her dainty hands and placed it between his.

"You are one of the prettiest girls at the school," said the man. She watched as his grey-blue eyes glazed towards her face and back to her hand cupped by his burly ones. His confidence grew as he released her hand, he stood up to his feet. He fitted the description of a 1950's jock. His hair slid back by grease. Wearing the sweater of a number and colour of his team.  A mischievous smirk came onto her face. She had an advantage. She knew what she needed. She just needed someone to be obvious to her next question.

"You have to do me one favour," said Emily.

"So Oscar" snickered his friend Greg. 

Swinging his arm over Oscar's shoulder, the lanky tan of youth came closer to his left ear. He whispered something into his ear. It had a sudden power over the small frame of a boy as he became a little squirmish from hearing it. Friends for years, the boys Oscar and Greg were inseparable. They were born in the same hospital. Even their mothers were best friends for years. But what he said gave the wavy-haired youth a 

"Why do you think that," said Oscar, pushing off Greg. 

Tonight, they are supposed to find their third wheel in the backstage of a seedy nightclub the Whispering Tree. One of the newest musicians of a growing band, Oscar Brookes was known as the bookworm around his school. The boy adjusted his glasses as he wiped a strain of his light brown hair from his face. In his hands, the  Only to be interrupted by the bodyguard at the back door. Jeb did not take too kindly with strangers. 

"Eh," said with his raspy voice. He saw a taller male behind both of them. He 

"Whose's the new bodyguard?" asked a man in sharpened edge sunglasses. Before he could respond, a voice cracked their conversation. It belonged to their third member. 

"A friend of his sister's," said another voice. Wearing Converse, graphic t-shirts, jeans. Holding by the handle was a guitar case. 

"Dude," said Greg excitedly towards the man named Dexter. Instead, he found himself rejected as Dexter swung out of the 

"Lets' just go," said Dexter. 

"I know who he is, Jeb," said Dexter. He saw Jeb looking toward"He is with us" 

"I know who the new bass guitar is Dex," said Jeb. 

"I still talking about dirty blonde over there" 

"He is just scrum," said Dexter. 

"Just call me scrum once more," said Richard. 

Jeb shrugged, but Richard was all ready for the attack.

"One more time " snarled Richard, his chest puffed up towards Dexter. 

"Alright, boys," said Jeb, between a short burst of hoarse laughter.

"Oh boy," said Oscar and Dexter together. 

"Turner," said the black shirt man. "I did not know your sister knew scrum."

Oscar grumbled under his breath as he replied "Dexter, my sister's...."

"My sister wanted me to be safe around the area"

"But it just a gig I told her," said Dexter a little peeved by the presence of. He looked towards the upper toned "She should understand"

"Hey, guys," said the mic-up woman. Her nametag labelled Donna. "You are on in five"

"Lose the bodyguard O," said Jason blatantly. He hopped off the stool. "He will lose your street cred"

"Street cred?" mumbled Oscar. He rubbed the back of his head as the rest of the team headed out of the room.

"I did not know I had any" mumbled Oscar.

"The Crumble," said the announcer to the small crowd of onlookers. Soon, the new indie rocker group named the Crumble found themselves playing their songs throughout the Friday night. Later ending on their own rendition of MCR's Last Famous Words in front of a roaring crowd. As they exited the stage, Oscar responded to a text from his sister. She could not make it to the club as she would be breaking curfew.

"Of course," he mumbled.