Heartstrings and HighJinks

02

Leah's POV  😎 

"Oh... Um, I guess so," Van Gogh responded, a bewildered expression on his face.

"We'll talk later," I assured him before leaving the class, disregarding the fact that Garry hadn't formally dismissed us. After all, what could they do? Give me detention? Been there, done that, and definitely acquired the proverbial T-shirt, or more accurately, an entire closet. I headed toward the lab areas, where Kristy had her first-period Chemistry class.

Kristy Hans - 5'6", brunette, with the most captivating brown eyes. She was obsessed with One Direction, and she held the cherished title of being my best friend in the world. She also had this inexplicable fixation on Kyle Winston.

I guess he's attractive. If you're into Archie Andrews. Minus the ginger hair.

Finally, I spotted her emerging from the chemistry lab.

"What took you so long?" I complained, draping my arm over her shoulder as we strolled toward her locker.

"Considering the bell just rang, I should be asking why you were out of class," she retorted.

"They let us out early," I replied with a grin, knowing she'd recognize that Garry never did such things. "Plus, I wanted to ask you something."

She gestured for me to proceed.

"So, there's this guy..." I began.

Naturally, Kristy's imagination ran wild, evident by her excitement. After all, I rarely discussed guys unless I was venting about Derek or other misogynistic jerks.

"Calm down, don't get your panties in a twist. It's not like that," I clarified, watching her shoulders slump in overt disappointment.

"We're just partners for a project," I clarified.

Kristy raised her eyebrows mischievously and remarked, "That's how many movies and YA novels kick off. What's the subject?"

"Computing, but there's a twist," I disclosed.

Curiously, she tilted her head, prompting me to elaborate. "What twist?"

"I... Well, I don't know his name," I admitted.

Kristy's head snapped toward me, her disbelief evident. I merely shrugged, running my fingers through my hair. She probably assumed I was jesting, which triggered her hearty laughter. This, of course, drew the attention of everyone around us.

"Nothing to see here, carry on," I stated dismissively, lacking the energy to deal with rumors this week.

"You're being serious?" she inquired incredulously.

"I am indeed. I asked him his name, and he told me 'Vincent Van Gogh.'"

She snorted, seemingly missing the gravity of my predicament.

"Fine. Describe him," she prompted.

"Well, he's tall, around 6'1" or 6'2", wears a beanie, glasses, and quirky T-shirts. He's kind of cute. Extremely sarcastic, though."

"I'm getting an image," Kristy responded, pressing her hands against her head in an effort to conjure up the mental image.

"His eyes? Hair? Social status?" she prodded further.

"Blue eyes, black hair, and classified as a nerd," I reported.

"Aaaaaaa, I've got it," she declared, her excitement causing her to hop about, which was, quite honestly, embarrassing.

"It's Ryan Parker, isn't it?" she finally deduced, snapping her fingers in triumph.

"How am I supposed to know that?" I quizzed, growing slightly frustrated. "That's what I'm asking you."