Disclaimer: I don't own Coraline, except for on D.V.D. :)
"You have really pretty eyes, you know?"
Wybie grit his teeth when he heard Coraline's giggle at the compliment. He was getting tired of this.
Ever since Coraline had gotten curves with age, this was happening entirely too much for a certain messy-haired boy's liking. It seemed constant; some guy would compliment the girl, she would thank him and giggle, and he would ask for her to accompany him somewhere. The place was always different, but the general idea was always there. Just like right now.
"So, Coraline, I was wondering if you'd want to hang out later. We could go to the park, or something." Ah, there it was. This guy, Coraline and Wybie were all standing outside her locker, and Wybie just wanted her to grab her things quicker so they could make their way home, and stop talking to whats-his-name.
"Actually, I'm going to be busy later, Wybie and I are going for a ride on his bike. He just fixed it. Thanks, though. Maybe some other time." Her voice was polite, and he had to smirk when guy-whose-name-Wybie-didn't-remember looked between them, completely confused. Wybie was well aware that Coraline was completely out of his league, and apparently this guy was aware of it too. Whatever.
"Yeah, sure, some other time." With one more shocked look, he was gone, trying to maintain his pride at being rejected because of somebody like Wybie. Wybie felt rather relieved, and relief was making his mood particularly better. Coraline closed her locker door, and they made their way to the school doors. Then he remembered something.
"Jonesy, I don't know if you f-forgot, but the bike isn't near done yet." He reminded her, confused.
"I know that, Wybourne. I just… I'm getting sick of this. I know I should feel flattered and all, but these guys didn't even look my way like, last year. Now it feels really weird to have them asking me out so often." Her tone was irritated, and he knew she genuinely didn't get that her very pretty figure was the cause of the new-found attention. He wasn't gonna tell her though, because the punch that would earn him would probably sting until he graduated.
He was very relieved, however, that she didn't seem to like any of them back. It was bad enough being too chicken to tell her he liked her, having competition would have been torturous.
"Besides, I like awkward, shy boys. These confident, popular dudes just aren't my type. Isn't it a shame, Wybie, that no shy boys like me enough to ask me out?" He almost choked on his tongue, and then he saw her devilish grin. Her look was enough to, for once, make him feel less nervous. She sometimes had that effect on him.
"You know, Jonesy, I might know a shy, awkward guy who wouldn't mind seeing a movie with you later."
"Well, I'd like that, but only if he also slouches."
