Oblivious To Him

Chapter 11 - Zap!

We got to lane 8 and Oscar hunched over the ancient computer system that kept track of the scores.

"I'm going to add everyone's names in now so that when they get here we won't have to restart. We can just take turns bowling for them. What do you want your name to be?" he looked up at me with that adorable dimpled smile.

"Um..." I looked around again for Austin, just making sure he hadn't arrived yet.

I wanted to be obvious about who I was so that if he showed up, then he would get yet another obvious hint that I am the girl he is looking for, "Goofball."

Oscar looked up at me from the screen and stared at me for a second as if he was trying to figure me out, "Why goofball?" he asked.

"Oh, it's one of the nicknames my parents gave me when I was little."

He nodded his head and smiled softly as he typed in my name.

I looked over his shoulder to see the name he chose for himself and couldn't contain the laughter that bubbled out of me.

"You like it?" he asked turning to chuckle with me.

"Oh my god, Britney Spares, really? I'm super pissed I didn't think of that first."

"You could only dream to be as cool as me," he smirked and cracked his knuckles.

He immediately shook out his right hand, "Holy crap I think I just dislocated my finger, wait... no, it's fine. Um, let's just start the game before I lose all my dignity."

He walked past me and began his search through the bowling ball rack.

I followed suit and stood next to him while looking for an 8 pounder.

We both reached for the same neon purple ball at the same time and a static spark zapped my pinky as I brushed his hand, "Ow! Holy crap!"

He snagged the ball from the shelf and held it out for me to use, "Sorry, I forget you haven't bowled with me before. I tend to shuffle my feet along the floor whenever I am in slippery shoes and I build a static charge. I usually save it to zap Mia in the back of her neck whenever she goes to roll. You'll see, it's pretty funny to watch her toss the ball down the wrong lane."

I smiled and rubbed my hand for a second before graciously accepting the ball, "Can't wait."

I smiled up at him and after one second too long, I turned and approached the lane.

It was technically Trevor's turn but I was still hyper-competitive so I wasn't about to throw the roll. I slid my fingers into the holes of the ball and steadied my breathing before launching it straight down the center.

I watched as my ball rocketed through the pins, knocking everyone down except the back right corner. That stubborn little sucker mocked me as I turned back towards the seating area in a huff.

"Can you close your eyes for a minute?" pleaded Oscar as he stood up from his seat.

"Why?" I looked to see if my ball had returned but it was still missing from its slot.

"Because if you see what happens next, you might never want to be seen in public with me again."

I rolled my eyes and took his seat as he passed.

He slowly shuffled his feet up to the line and looked over his shoulder and smiled at me. He was such a dork.

I held up both my thumbs to try and encourage him.

He winked and then returned to face the pins. He took a couple of steps back, repositioned his hands and then performed the most graceful bowl I have ever laid eyes on. His ball did an awesome spin move that looked like it was about to go into the gutter before turning at last second and getting a strike. He spun back towards me like a hip-hop dancer and took a bow while trying to look nonchalant.