Jumanji-The Invisible Girl

8

After walking for what felt like forever, Alex stopped all of us, motioning for us to squat down. We all did as he told us, not really wanting to die. Well I mean I partially did, but that is besides the point.

"Okay do the two scary, muscular, armed dudes are protecting this shed we need to get into right? And they'll kill us immediately if we try to go there right? So all hope is lost and we're going to die here!" I exclaimed dramatically. Jumanji was getting on my nerves! What was the point of doing all of the quests, missions, and trying to get back home, when inevitably I was going to eventually die at the hands of either my father, or my asshole of a boyfriend.

"Pull! Yourself! Together!" Bethany scolded me, shaking my shoulders.

"But why? Can't we just give up, get drunk, and live here for the rest of forever?" I whined.

"Because I want to get back to my family!" Spencer told me.

"Can't relate!" I said, trying to use sarcastic humor to cover up the emotional pain I was going through.

"Okay, moving on from miss depression, we need to wait out the guys!" Alex told us.

"Okay and how long does that take?" Spencer asked.

"About a week..." Alex trailed off, causing everyone to groan. We sat there trying to figure out another plan.

"Oh guys I got it! I'm good at one thing: flirting with guys. He plays video games. I flirt with guys!" Bethany told us.

"Sorry to break it to you, but you don't exactly have the whole package deal." Fridge told Bethany.

"Not me! Those two!" Bethany exclaimed pointing to us.

My eyes widened, before I let out a "hell to the no! I don't flirt with guys! I read, and get beat up and write! I do not flirt! I'm a nerd! Nerds do not flirt! We sit and come up with wacky and crazy stories and ideas! We do not flirt!" I rambled on.

"You're a nerd?" Alex asked, surprised.

"Yes and a very proud one!" I stated sassily.

"Well, I'm going to teach you guys!" Bethany told us, sounding extremely excited about teaching us how to flirt.

"We don't have a choice do we?" I asked.

"Nope! Unless you have a better plan." Alex told me.

"I already told you my plan! Get drunk and live here for the rest of eternity!" I exclaimed.

"Flirting it is!" Alex told me, a smirk on his lips.

"Asshole" I grumbled, as Bethany dragged me behind some trees. She immediately started giving instructions. She first wanted us to practice our eyes. Saying something along the lines of 'make like an anime character and sparkle'.

Not exactly knowing what she meant, I just gave the most innocent, but mischievous (if that makes any sense) look I could muster. Took a few tries, but eventually Bethany thought my look was up to par.

She next corrected out walks. Basically she wanted us to be walking like Victoria Secret Angels. My uncoordinated self, could not seem to get the whole walking without tripping thing. "I give up! It's not like I was going to become a Victoria Secret Angel anyway! Let me and my uncoordinated self be! I don't care if I face plant! You guys can laugh at me and I can complain about it for the next seven years!" I whined, amusing both of the girls and apparently the guys, because I could hear their laughter.

"What? Maybe I should become a Victoria Secret Angel just to prove all of you wrong! Then I would laugh in your faces, saying 'ha! Look who's America's Next Top Model! Me!'" I griped, while trying to stall.

"Yeah in opposite town maybe!" Alex called back to me.

"You're just jealous that I'm hotter than you!" I told him, putting a hand on my hip, though he could not see me.

"And you say you can't flirt!" Bethany exclaimed quietly to me.

"Ew! I am not! Gross! Gross! Gross! Ew! No! Not Today! Not ever! Nope-ity nope nope no!" I exclaimed as if the idea was killing me. Though, the idea was intriguing.

"She's in denial!" Bethany whispered loudly to Martha.

"Okay moving on ladies! You need to work on your hair!" Bethany commanded.

"Bitch what?" I questioned, exhausted from all of the work Bethany was making us do.

"You heard me! Now distract them with your hair! Do anything with it. Touch it. Grab it. Play with it." Bethany told us.

"That sounds really wrong..." I trailed off.

"Oh my goodness! You have the mind of a twelve year old little boy!" Bethany scolded.

"It's a talent." I shot back at her.

She continued working with us, trying to get us to perfect the way we played with our hair. I stuck to simply twirling my hair around my finger.

After, what felt like centuries, Bethany deemed us ready. I felt not ready at all. I was scared out of my wits, because A. Big muscular armed dudes, and B. I had never flirted before.

"Ready? A yeah hell no! I can't do this. Let me just die here! What's my point anyway? She's the badass karate ninja! I'm the scared out of her freaking mind weirdo!" I tried to convince Bethany. Before I knew it, she had shoved me and Martha out of hiding.

"Oh Bethany I would pray for your life!" I growled.