A Surreptitious Geek

A Surreptitious Geek (Chapter 15)

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 CHAPTER 15

     I put the phone back in the charger and I turned to, Noah. He looked hurt, his eyes filled with little tears but he brushes them away from his delicate face. Our personal chef could barely even look at us because of pity. I doubt I could even look at myself in the mirror.

"They do not care, Noah," I tell him. Noah, looking more disapointed than a dog being abandoned at a person's doorstep. The rain pouring on it's coat. Mud covering up the patheticness that his face tries to hide. Pointless was what, Noah and I feel. Useless is what, Noah and I feel.

"Let's go find them. Let's see them. Talk to them," Noah says. I look at him, surprised in fact. But I felt we were on the same page.

"Let's do it. Aren't they in, New York City?" I asked. Noah nods his head thouroghly. His face brightening up and already leaping with joy.

"You think they are hiding something?" I questione. Noah looks over with a confused expression on his face.

"I don't know. Why?" he states. I shrug my shoulders and I turn away and walked towars the stairs. Soon, we both ran upstairs, but in the middle of going up, and subtle knock was on the door. I turn around, my face platured with confusion and anxiety. I slowly go downstairs until I gripped onto the door and slowly began to turn it. And there was, Jenna. Popular, mean, imature, Jenna.

"Why are you here?" I ask in disgust. She snarls and whips back a piece of her straighten, silky, brown hair. Her lips a bright pink and her mascara was lifting her eyelashed up like a push-em-up bra.

"I found out about you, and must I say, you aren't as pathetic as I thought you were," she said. Her voice was slightly cracky to show that she is a Californian, Prep.

"Should I take that as a compliment?" I snap. Jenna leans in slowly, she perks out her lips, and slowly says with a devilish smile, "You're welcome."

"Not really," I say while rolling my eyes and beginning to slam the door in her face. Though, she throws her hand at the stoor and stops it.

"Listen, we know about your stupid songs like, Someone Like You, or whatever and that it was a one hit wonder, but's really pathetic that you are a little baby that you couldn't tell anybody about your real you," she spats. I lean my weight on my left leg and I cock my head to my right. I give her a bored expression and stood there in silence until I finally got the courage to answer back her harsh words.

"Why are you really here, Jenna?" I breathed out, my voice intertwining with an annoyed tone.

"I just wanted to say, why did you never tell me this? You know what the whole school is doing to me? Being mean to me. Do you know what it feels like? To feel left out like a complete loner?" she says, her words biting at my skin as if her words were like frostbite.

"Actually, in fact, I do. Okay, bye," I say, and with that the door was slammed in her face. I began to rush back up the stairs and I head towards my room, throwing in my sheets of music, and I grabbed my book I was working on. I throw in some fancy clothing and I walked to, Noah's room. I throw my bag on his bed.

"Are we going to order tickets there?" I ask? Noah looks at me and nods before he grabs the rough draft of my new book.

"The Hunger Games? Sounds pretty interesting..." I smirk at him before I rip it out of his hands and I throw it back in.

"Leave it! I only have a couple more chapters left!" I laugh mischeviously before a pebble was thrown at the window. I run over to it and I open it up.

"Geez, seems like you're even more famous now," he laughs. I snicker at him before I turn my head and looked down. My hair brushing the rim of the fancy window.

"Bradon?" I ask. He was standing there, patiently waiting for me.

"I heard about the conversation. Jenna told me because she was eavsdropping on you," he says with a big grin. I though, did not laugh. But the worst part is, Drake came from behind the bushes.

"Drake?" I add, my face in utter shock and horror.

"What are you doing here you bastard?" hissed, Drake. Bradon looks over in anger and he gets up right in his face. Both of there eyes squinting and their faces getting redder by the second. Their fists were clenched and their Biceps were being flexed, ready to attack at any second.

"I was ony trying to make her happy!" Bradon, yells!

"Or were you just wanting to make sure everyone knew so you could not be seen with a geek," Drake, comes-back at. Bradon spat at, Drake's shoe and Drake then pushed, Bradon out of his way.

"I don't wanna fight right now. We are at her house," he hisses. His voice dripping with venom before he looks up. Bradon following behind.

"We both will agree to be nice, if you let us come on your adventure," Drake, bellows out to me. Bradon smiling at the thought of being with me. His blue eyes piercing at mine and slowly leaking through to my soul.

"Fine. Noah and I could use you guys anyway," I slur. They both run to the front and let themselves inside and up by, Noah's room.

"Let's go," Bradon says with an evil grin on his face.

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"I'm so excited guys," Noah says cheerfully. We all look at him with an annoyed expression.

"Noah, we are just seeing what our parents have to say to us. Nothing huge," I sassed. Noah sneers at me before he leans over towards me.

"It is a huge thing. They never let us be with them anyway," Noah adds. "I don't even remember the last time I've talked to them," Noah says.

"That was last week," I tell him. Noah flops back on his seat and rolls his eyes.

"I mean face to face," he says solemnly. And at this point, I could understand why he feels this way. He's only fifteen and here we are, on the high way, heading toward the airport, going to New York City. Not even knowing what tomorrow will bring us. Not even knowing if our parents are still alive or dead. We both are imature in our own ways. Desperate for the warmth of our parent but ready to be independant and free.

"Umm...guys, we have a problem," Bradon says. There was a black car right behind us. And he was not going anywhere.