Alexandra's pov.
I've come to the conclusion that men are freaking lucky bitches reason being that my heinous driving teacher could not keep his hideous paws off me and he sounded as if he were high on anger but come one of his fellow males . he seemed happy , idiotic sexist man or was I the sexist .Okay maybe I was sexist but maybe I was but who cares.When the two boys came over I was shocked because I had assumed they were just two buddies talking and I thought they were waiting for an omnibus or something. He talked to the dark skinned one and the light boy I had been partially admiring from afar have the driving teacher a handshake. Lucky bastard I thought to myself. A few moments later the teacher left the car and it was just me and the boys. My potential object of infatuation in front and his friend at the back.As they talked to each other I almost burst out laughing listening to their slang not that It was unusual or anything I just never heard many people speaking in slang."how's your broad ?"my object of infatuation said to his friend .Curiously my ears pricked up hoping to hear about his friend's broad ."what broad ?" his friend asked.I wondered what the friend meant.did he have many girlfriends 'The one beside you "the cute guy infront sid.the friend said something that i assumed was I don't know.'why don't you talk to her shes so quiet' He said. How great they were probably going to talk about me in my presense.the good news was that it was not behind my back.luckily my crush began to talk to me .I don't exactlyremember part of the conversation but I remember telling him about liz my sister in uni my half sister leah ,well I didn't mention half though. and my younger sister Roxy.i also remembermentioning my church."Can you cook ?" he asked at ne point iin time.I thought abut lying by telling him I was a masterchef or telling him the truth and saying couldn't exactly cook but isettled for aneutral answer."yes.'i said. At another point in time he asked a question that made me inwardly gasp."let's move on to your sexual life "he said luckily he didn't see my facial expression."Have you ever kissed a boy?"lie and tell him you've kissed plenty of boys.Sadly my mouth beat my brain to it and told him the sad truth .I mentally reprimanded myself ."Have you ever kissed a girl. " What the hadn't I previously told him I was straight. "No"i said sounding shocked at such a ludicrous suggestion .when his lesson was over he went to sit with me at he back.i thought the embarrassment was over but little did I know this was only the beginning. he asked for my phone and I handed it over without even having enough time to bat my sadly short eyelashes.speaking of eyelashes his were long thick and dark which fiwent extremely well with his dark brown eyes and light skintone.when he mentioned a dancing video I lened in closer to get a proper look praying he hadn't seen one of my videos.when my prayers were answered I was relieved but like the dumb lovesick puppy I was I directed him to the most embarrassing dance videos in the world luckily for me he was kind enough to tell me to start watching dance tutorials .a few minutes later my mother arrived. when I arrived home I jokingly used the cooking incedent as part of my mcm Monday and earned myself a lecture from my dear mother.The next time we met iasked him his name "Daniel" he said.Had I been in my supposed witty yet trying to be flirty but I settled for a less creepy or dry answer."oh"I said. He looked at me and said "What do you mean oh?"I suddenly felt like I should have used the creepy approach ._I mean't oh as in I was curious as to what your name was"We sat in silence for a few moments until he asked for my phone . He gave it back before taking it back"Oh I forgot you don't have a password . Anything new?"he asked "No"I said .I suddenly remembered about the Scooby Doo tattoo pictures I had and the screenshots of cute boys."You want to have a tattoo?"he asked looking at me."Yes of Scooby Doo ."I answered feeling self conscious."You want to have a tattoo of Scooby Doo on your body ?"he asked ."yes because Scooby Doo is unique and people usually have tattoos like roses and letters."I explained .he nodded while looking at me ."Where do you want it... here?...here or here?" He said pointing at the part of my waist above my hip with an umbrella and placing his hand on my shoulder which I must say wasn't thing my little heart and overactive imagination could take."On my shoulder "I answered ."Do you want it to be big or small?" He asked."small ."I answered.After a while he said"you do know that the Bible doesn't allow tattoos right."he said ."I do that's I was imagining having one."Sadly my mom came just on time and I had to go .I hoped to see him again but I had to go to a kids birthday party.aI regretted it at first but as soon as I saw the babies the food and when I saw the stack of novels . The Little bookworm in my head sang HALLELUJAH and I fell in love .I rushed to where my aunt and my mom was . luckily for me my aunt allowed me to borrow one . When my driving lesson came I was pissed . the teacher made me drive with two more Passengers which meant two more lives to fear for.After my lesson I was stuck in the car with this pockmarked guy . he was reversing going way to close to the ditch when I saw a familiar looking light skinned dark brown eyes lean and tall long eyelashes person.he was wearing black jeans white Nikes and a blue floral t shirt. The boys brother came to pick him up and I was slightly sad not that I liked him or anything he was just fun to look at.Ivan and Daniel entered and Daniel sat next to me in silence."Hello" he said ."hello "I said back "do you like being always greeted first?"he asked. Yes I do I thought."No"I lied .He pulled me by the shoulder in such a way that I was within whispering range "Was that guy macking on you"he asked .I thought about the word wondering what it was until I realized he meant flirting .if we were on vibing terms I would have said something like no are you jealous but I settled for "no""where you guys talking"he asked.Was this an interogation or something."no like I mentioned before I'm antisocial."I answered. ."So we're you playing music."he aked.I was tempted to say I only do that when you are around but I held my horses and said"No I only played music when he was about to leave."I answered.The novel filled and corrupted part of me thought oouuhh someone's jealous but the realistic voice knocked the sense out of that voice . were a few moments of silence whilst I squeezed my stress ball and put it back in the bag. I took my novel and read "Can I see your novel ?"Daniel asked ."Sure"a sceptical me answered .I looked at him and he really did look like he was reading ."Can I read it I'll return it after a week."You read novels?"I asked sounding skeptical."yes "he answered aware of my skeptical behavior."Don't you find crime novels boring?"I asked him."No.so can I read we could swap novels."he said and my eyes dilated at the thought of it. "it's not mine it's my aunt's. "I finally said.After a few moments I decided to ask him weird questions like how do you describe yourself to which he answered funny and I remember him probably saying kind.I also decided to ask him to feature in my novel and he agreed even if I wrote bad things about him.I wondered why he would do such a nice thing . "Why were you doing this?" He asked imitating my squeezing of the stress ball."It's a stress ball."I said in an explanatory voice."You are stressed about the exams?" My eyes darted around the way they did when I lied ."Yes .. and other things."I said now telling the truth ."Why do you get stressed?"he asked ."Because I have an overactive imagination so I imagine anything"I explained."Anything?" He asked looking at me with a slightly weird expression.I nodded my head."Like anything anything.?"he asked making the sex sign.My eyes darted around before I said"No."He must have known I was lying because he used the sentence that usually ripped the truth from someone's mouth."Before God you don't imagine things like that." "Well I imagine them when I'm reading a novel since you use your imagination and things like that appear in images."I said seeing no point in lying."Why do you always leave early?" "Because I'm not patient and I don't like being stuck at the same place for a long time ."I answered honestly."You are not stuck .you have me " he said causing me to blush inwardly.yes I did have him but did I really ."Of course I do"I sarcastically said hoping he wouldn't note the sacarsim
day I didn't get to talk to him face to face but we texted and when I saw him my heart did that little adrenaline rush thing .I waved at him excitedly and he gave me the peace sign.Later on I would know that was my last time to see him because that wench of a driving instructor convinced my mom to get me the morning lessons meaning I was isolated from all handsome kind . The last day before going to school I hoped to see Daniel but instead I saw this dark boy who was equally cute "taxi"he said as he entered the car.I laughed to myself quietly to myself not wanting to let him know I thought he was funny."Don't you fear for your life ."I asked "No do you wanna kill me."he asked jokingly ."No I don't trust myself with people's lives."I answered.and I wouldn't trust you if you were me . After that I went to my mother's office and watched Koreans.At home I texted most of my contacts even Daniel and he texted me back
Me: how were your lessons
Daniel: I didn't go today.Can I ask you a question
Me:yeah ask ahead
Daniel: what do you want?
Me(about to cry) What do you mean .I want nothing.
Daniel: like we never talk?
Me: ok I don't talk to you because I think you find me boring.
Daniel:Meh.if that's what you think .
Me:so what do you want to talk about?
Daniel: Whatever you say.
Me: Do you want to talk about yourself or something like books
Daniel: I'm a boy 🧒remember ?
Me: yeah
The next day I just texted him to say bye and he replied with a simple bye .Thus my journey to hell also known as school begun . When we reached they were complications and I hoped I could go to another school but fate was the only thing that knew how to deal with me.
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