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I was typing on my computer. I hadn't gotten to use it in ages and now that I was on it, it was consumingly addictive. My hands flew across the keyboard, rambunctiously tapping the buttons. I heard the door slam and the rustle of feet, but I didn't pay much attention to it. I was too busy...researching uhhmm, the new kid.
"Well if it isn't the Yacker." I stood in horror as I recognized the voice from earlier. Speak of the devil. The newbie. I turned my head to stare at him, giving him an evil look.
"No. PLEASE tell me you're not staying here." My face was captured in a look of pure shock, anxiety, and disgust.
"Well, as a matter of principle, I don't like to stay anywhere too long." He stood in his ever so conceited glory, smiling because he got another chance to disturb me. He kept his eyes on me as he moved to sit casually on the chair beside me.
Giving into my theatrical tendencies, I complained, "AWWWHH, YOU ARREE, AREN'T YOU?" putting heavy attention on my words.
He now settled in, not properly using the chair. His legs swung across the left arm of the antique chair, wide open. He let his arm fall onto his knee as he smirked. He lifted his hands and let them stay palm-up, as if to say 'Gee, I dunno' in a sarcastic way. I gave him more attention, as I knew that was his target. This "bad boy" was just another act. But, I wasn't sure what to think of him. He didn't give up too much. He was a worthy adversary and I was willing to compete. And one other thing competing gave to me. It gave me a chance to dig down deeper and figure him out. I wanted to know, so bad in fact, if he was a good person inside. Or at least had a brain. Because I came to realize that clever people and maybe "rude" people always have something to hide. Like me. I also wanted to know exactly why he was so focused on bugging ME. It was merely at the tip of my tongue, I assured myself. But as my usual perceptiveness had failed me, it made me even more curious to explore the depths of his character. It kept me keen and focused on him, which bugged me. I, Patricia Williamson, would never give ANYONE the time of day. Sometimes not even my best friend, which would be considered cruel I guess. But here I was, searching the newcomer up on Facebook. WHAT THE HELL. There had to be something wrong... Perhaps I was a robot that had a virus or some sort of mis-programming. I was changed in a way by this newcomer, and I had a feeling I wasn't coming back. So, I had to adjust to it...
"Great, that's all I need. Another stupid boy in the house." I thought that something had changed in his expression as I said this; he seemed a little hurt and shocked as I told him my opinion of him (which was more or less true). But something different had overcome me as he stared deep into my eyes. Perhaps it was only for a millisecond, but I'm pretty sure that my newfound "girly heart" just exploded and melted into a billion itty bitty pieces. He looked at me, not of fondness, but of speculation. I felt my heart take a little leap, which bothered me. I went 16 years without it, and I planned to go 16 more years without it. But that was gone. I'm not sure exactly why it did though. I refused to think of it as a crush. This was merely JUST another relationship with a guy. I could say it was like my one with Jerome. Slight competitiveness, rudeness, insulting, and on my part, soul-searching. So as I got lost in the moment, I observed him more as well. His stare bore into me, his eyes already narrowed, almost like a hawk. His lips fluttered again in a flurry as he finally said, "Could you slow down your roll a bit? It's a little hard to understand your accent." I rolled my eyes, still trying to figure out and process why he enjoyed getting under my skin and degrading my values. It made me a bit more self-conscious than usual; which bothered me AGAIN. How could one stupid guy change me so much in so little time?
I clenched my teeth in anger and frustration, which I'm sure he happily excepted. He laughed a soft tinkly giggle, obnoxious beyond words. I found it kind of attractive how he sounded. I had the urge to slap myself across the head as I thought those words. I waited for him to go further into his rant. Although it was annoying, it was fun. I found that he was the only real excitement I'd had in well, forever. "Cute, but kinda whiny."
My jaw should've dropped then. Cute, but kinda whiny. I thought it over again. Cute, but kinda whiny. I felt like I was reading an excerpt of Hamlet. Those four simple words irked, confused, and somewhat flattered me ALL at the same time. He thought I was...cute? My lips curled uncontrollably into a smile, but could've been misread as a smirk as I tried to conceal it. And normally, I'd be outraged to being called cute. Cute. It was like a mockery of my entire essence if someone called me that. But coming from his mouth, it must have meant the world to me. But going through the words step-by-step, I also realized he said whiny. WHINY? Was he trying to flatter me, or aggravate me? I realized that he was only insulting me in the first place, so why was I going so nuts over it? Wasn't sure. But I didn't want to keep him waiting, because I knew that he was dying to hear my response. So, as me being the typical Goth, I complained, "WHINY?"
I so desperately wanted to prod him for more information, but I knew it would be considered a sign of weakness or attraction in his book. Avoiding the question abruptly, he said, "Anyway, the name's Eddie by the way," sticking his hand out for me to shake. I was appalled because he just thought he could walk in, be a jerk and a flirt *I kind of liked that part*, and just shake my hand and get away with it. NO WAY. As if to show him, I just turned my attention away from him.
Desperate for an insult, I remembered an ad for a stupid looking horror film in America. It was uh, Eddie Krueger I believed. Perfect. "Eddie Krueger," I threw out questioningly. He laughed a wheezy laugh which was a strange response. I turned my head to him again.
"I think you mean Freddie."
"What?"
"Freddie Krueger."
"Whatever," I said to him edgily, "You're still a nightmare."
"Well, as much as I'd love to stay and 'hang' (he quoted my words earlier...maybe he did pay attention), I have to report to someone named Vincent, or Victor...uh, so." As he said the words, his face folded in a bunch of different expressions. I could've laughed out loud or blushed at the sight of it. Darn... THIS WAS GETTING ON MY NERVES. And I could tell that he wanted me to show him around, but I couldn't do that, no matter how much it would pleasure me. Because I knew that if I stayed with him too long, by myself, just like now, I'd ultimately fall for him. And for sure, in my brain, I knew that I couldn't let myself do that. Plus, I knew I had to show more backbone towards him. This was a good way of showing it.
I just said, "Dunno," in an uncaring way, signaling him to leave.
He was surprised by my answer. And so was I. You'd think, well everyone would think, that I'd want to spend time flirting with him, you know? Well, too bad. The damage was done. And being uncharacteristically sympathetic, looking at his minimal down-fallen expression, I felt my heart crack a little bit from loss of opportunity. But, I realized that he hid it too. His Achilles' heels were hidden expertly from all suspecting outsiders, like me. And with a 'tsk' and a roll of his eyes in sore loserness and bitterness, he spun to leave. And, by the door, he caught Joy and used his "charm", lightly touching her shoulder. "Hey." And for a last attempt to get me to react, in sourness, he said, "Tell me, is your friend always so..."
Joy responded to my disappointment quickly, saying, "Yep," like the cheery person she was.
He muttered, "Awesome," and in failure, he finally left the room defeated, and all I had to do left was make sure not to look back.
While I was writing this, I wasn't really concentrated. It's not good. But, please tell me your opinion of it anyways.
