My Favourite Geek

29. Frustratingly Deep Thoughts.

Dallas' POV

I wait, surprisingly patient, leaning on the side of my black BMW. I really wonder what is going on with Yvonne. I'm not going to hide the fact that it felt really good that I was the one she sought some sort of comfort from, but still, I felt uneasiness when I saw her cry. It's like I could feel the sadness she was feeling, even though I didn't know why she was sad.

I think I'd like to take this opportunity to admit something to myself and hopefully in the future, still to myself.

I like Yvonne.

That's right. I, the one that resented her from the start, the one that hated the way she always made her annoying Queen-bee presence known, the one that always got annoyed by the littlest of her actions. I've admitted to myself that I like Yvonne Daniels.

*Unfortunately my conscious awakens*

Well it's about time! He remarks. I was beginning to believe that you'd end up like some famous scientists that never married and died with a Nobel prize on some stupid invention or unnecessary discovery.

I ignore.

After a while, I begin to massage the back of my head, looking up at the pale blue sky and savoring the cool air breezing past. It's the middle of November already and I still feel like all this high school crap is going to end sooner than I want it to. I don't want time to go by too fast. It will begin to get scary. Before, I did want time to just sweep past because I didn't care and I obviously had no one I'd thought I would miss, except for Mary. But now, now things have changed.

Reality will soon come and kick our asses. We'll go to our various colleges, find our individual paths in life and in a couple of years, come back again at the reunion and throw each other fake smiles here and there.

I don't want to throw a fake smile at Yvonne. Not in the next three, four, ten years. Not ever. I want to be with her through these years. I don't want to miss out on anything so that she won't pretend to be okay like she was earlier today, only for her to actually be dying inside because of bottled up emotions.

But I'm very well aware that it's not in my control to be there for her always.

“Yo Geeky!” A very familiar and annoyingly soothing voice drags me out of the figuratively deep hole I was beginning to fall into.

Deep thoughts are so frustrating. The frustrating part is that they are all facets of a sad reality.

I tear my gaze away from the cloud-filled sky and focus on the tigress advancing towards me. My palms get sweaty and my mouth turns dry. As I lick my lips and subtly clean my hand on my sweatpants, I wave.

“Get in!” I shout when she approaches the car. She smiles and gets in the shotgun seat, her dimples finishing the cute look she always has.

After a few minutes of driving, Yvonne looks around, noticing something. I just glance at her and smirk.

“Um, Dallas? This isn't the way to our estate.”

“We're not going to our estate, tigress.”

“Where are we going then?” She asks, her hazel eyes filled with curiosity.

“You'll see.” I answer.

She leans back, as though coming to a realisation that's not surprising. “I know where this usually goes.”

I raise an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“You know,” She plays with her nails. “Boy takes Girl to a beautiful, breathtaking place, causing a very romantic atmosphere. Then, she feels she's a very special person because and I quote, ‘I only used to come here alone, until you.’ And then they come to the realisation that they actually like each other and bleh bleh bleh.”

She turns to me after those long series of statements, crossing her arms. “Is that what it's gonna lead to?”

I choke back a laugh and shake my head. “Who? With you? Nope. At all. And why would you even think that? It's not like I view you in that way (Lies), or will be so whipped as to do that (Lies), or even in the slightest have any atom of feeling for your bossy self (All lies). So if they are any other assumptions at the back of your mind, I'd suggest they stay there.”

Her face turns grim all of a sudden.

“You're my friend and will always be my friend.” I conclude. Her face goes back to normal but her eyes tell a different story. They look kind of sad, in a way. But the emotion leaves as fast as it comes and she's all jovial again. I smile and say, “So... as my friend, I'd take you somewhere I really like going. I'm not going to say you'll enjoy it though.”

Yvonne nods reluctantly, not saying anything. But after a while, she speaks up.

“Hey Dallas?” Her voice becomes shaky.

“Hmm?” I ask.

“My parents are getting a divorce.”

Silence. Maddening, excruciating silence fills the air. I suck in a harsh breath, my hand on the wheel clenching around it and unclenching until my knuckles turn white.

“Well, that's a problem for another day.” I finally reply, eyes on the tarred road.

“Dall-”

“We're here already.” I say as I park the car and unbuckle my seatbelt with an accurate speed enough for her to not say anything about that for now. I don't want her being all gloomy again. “Let's go,” I say, grabbing her hand and taking her inside a mini-forest with large trees and grass everywhere. After passing there, we approach a big warehouse with a sliding gate at the front and the familiar empty buckets and buckets of paint in large piles all around.

I knock on the gate.

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Cliffhanger!!!!

Sincerely apologize for the miserably short chapter.

Will make up for it in the next chapter.

Bye.

Quote_Val.