Chapter Three: Boys and men have about the same IQ when it comes to girls; zero!
Hi, this is the third chapter, hope you like! Thanks for all the reviews and be kind on my grammar.
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"Do you have a boyfriend yet Lenore?"
Ah, the question I had been waiting so long to hear. Every bloody time we do this she asks me whether or not I have a boyfriend. And I always answer "No Charlotte, not yet." simply because I'm standing to close to pretend I hadn't heard the question. What, just because I'm almost 17 I'm bound to have a boyfriend tailing me everywhere now?! Gee, leave a poor girl alone! You know what? The nest time she asks me that, I'm gona lie and say yes and see how she reacts. She'll probably die of shock or something, I know I would have.
"But deary, your 17!" (lie) "I had tons of boys swarming around me at that age and if I had I know you have too! What's the name of the boy you like?" I sighed irritably as I pulled her head backwards to get colour in the front as well. What is it with adults anyway? They think that they had a swarm of boys around them at that age because they want it to be true. Anyway, they are agent, what do they know of how Sky High works today? My mom attended Sky High but Charlotte didn't, she only had a brother who went there and therefore thinks that she know all about it. (Which she clearly doesn't) Wait and see, she's gona mention him next. I'll bet my head on it.
"I don't have anyone in particular that I like." I answered dully and removed my gloves to get started on mom. Our bathroom is so God damn large that there is room for 30 people in it (yes, I've checked. A little experiment of mine). The only positive thing I could think of was that if Charlotte didn't shut her yap soon, I would accidentally push her out the open window.
"Oh come on Lenore, don't lie to me! I know how things work over at Sky High; I mean my brother was a student there in his time after all." (I told you! I TOLD you!)
She got out of the plastic chair placed directly in front of the five foot mirror to make room for my mom and my future sibling. I looked at mom in the mirror; she was so beautiful it made me want to burst out in tears! No daughter is supposed to be jealous of their mothers beauty, it was just wrong. But than again, I think everything is wrong…
She shook her long curly red hair behind her shoulders and made a funny model pose before she said I could start. I would definitely kill for those eyelashes and hair and cheeks (unblushing, mind you) and legs and breasts and I could go on forever! But, God, how embarrassing it is when a guy comes over to us while we are out shopping flirting and joking with mom, asking me if she is my sister and all that sort of rubbish. Stupid men... I mean, are they blind! She is wearing the world's larges and most visible wedding ring, but another thing that might possibly be visible is the fact that she's PREGNANT! Hello?! Men… You can have as many as you like of them because I DON'T WANT A SINGLE ONE OF THEM! (Except Superman, he's mine!)
I survived that afternoon with no more damage that being irritated beyond belief. (And fuzzy hair, but that is normal when I'm victim to stress.)
Too moody to sit down with dad to watch comedy today I simply marched lazily upstairs and closed the door to my room a bit too loudly to mark that I didn't want to be disturbed.
I had the second largest bedroom in the house due to the fact that Sean was still a baby and a jerk. I had my own bathroom and everything so life was good as long as I was up here. I fell asleep almost the second I hit the pillows and slept the entire night through without a single dream…
"SNAKES!" Or at least I thought.
I fell out of bed, head first into the wooden floor in pure panic. After realizing that there where no snakes in my bed or on the floor, I brushed the sweat from my forehead with a relaxed grin on my face. I lay down on the cool floor to shake the nightmare off me when I realized that something really smelled in my room. I sat up, still wearing yesterday's clothes on, and sniffed suspiciously around the room. I lifted my arm just in case and shot my head backwards when the smell of being drowned in sweat overwhelmed me. God, how embarrassing! I looked around the room, just in case, to check if anyone had seen or smelled me.
Oh well, no biggie. It was only fifteen past seven so no need to… Oh bugger…
I stared at the watch for five whole seconds before it sunk in. I managed to splash some water around my body and throw on some make-up and clothes on in 5 minutes but my memory after those 5 minutes was blank. All I remember was sprinting towards the bus in desperation with a slice of cheese in my mouth and a striped jacket (or was it spotty? Can't remember, must check later) and my cross over in my arms. I had to make it because Ron Wilson, bus driver, waits for no one. Except Will Stronghold of course (but he could fly to school so what was the point in waiting for someone that could get to school on his own accord? I ask you that Ron Wilson, bus driver!). I had a strong urge to use my power shield to stop the bus from going anywhere, but I had gotten a very stern finger from mister bus driver after the first time I had done that so I dropt it in better knowledge.
I got on the bus just in time and couldn't help but to let out a loud "YES!" in victory as the bus doors closed behind me.
Of course people looked at me like I was a mad person, but I was the closest thing I had ever gotten to a mad person so I didn't mind. In all my victory I simply plumped down on the nearest free seat without even bothering to see who was occupying the window seat. Hmpf, I wanted the window seat! Oh, I'm gona get sick, I just know it. But I guess I have myself to thank after all. Thank you Lenore. Aw, no problem, my pleasure. Oh, you are too sweet…
I threw on my jacket (which turned out to be plain white ironically) before the seatbelt appeared. I glanced quickly out the window to watch the take off because that's the most sickening thing about the entire bus trip and it makes me want to puke my guts out every time.
The person nearest the window (a boy as the matter of facts) was also looking out the window, but probably not because he got easily sick. He didn't look like a second grader, that's for sure, more like a senior. And he looked some how familiar but I just couldn't place him… Irritation!
After the dramatic take off, my stomach calmed down and the boy turned his head forwards again and in an attempt to make it look as though I had been looking forwards all the time (which I think he had noticed that I hadn't) I threw my head forwards too but ended up with the worst neck crack in history of bad neck cracks. I gasped a little and shut my eyes in pain but managed to catch a glimpse of the boys smirking face before I went into a temporary coma.
Ah, firm ground. Thank God.
"Lenore? Lenore, are you ok?" asked Mary who had gotten out of the bus just in time to see me lay down flat on the grass.
"Stop asking me that stupid question." I demanded as I tossed around in pain. Great Lenny, embarrass yourself in front of the entire school like only you can. Wonderful.
"What do you want me to ask than?" asked Mary and sat down next to me on the grass. I couldn't help but to notice that she was wearing a red scarf when I'm close to dying from a heat stroke. (Kidding, it's not that hot, it's the fading pain talking.)
"Ask why I'm twisting around on the ground in pain for example." I said and sat up, my head dizzy and my eyes out of focus. I hardly even noticed that Nadia joined us, that's how unfocused my gaze was. (And she was wearing the worlds pinkest vest today so…)
"Why are you no longer twisting around on the ground in pain?" asked Mary, smiling in contentment. I looked at her (or at least what seemed to be her) with exhausted eyes and a tight mouth.
"Yes, I'm fine thank you." I snapped and shook my head to try to get everything into focus again. Right now all I saw was walking jellyfishes (probably people, but it's just a wild guess), something that looked like gigantic broccolis placed here and there in the school yard (trees no doubts) and a yellow thingy right in front of me. I looked at it for a while, than it talked.
"Dude, are you alright?" I squinted at it, trying to make out what it was. Hmm, nope, no clue.
"Mary, did that talking lemon just ask me if I was alright?" I asked, still squinting. Mary laughed a short laugh and explained to me that that talking lemon was actually Zack. Everything started drifting into focus again.
"Now look at that." I said smiling at Zack. "It is Zack!" He gave me an insecure smile before he offered me his hand. I gladly took it and thanked him when I was standing straight.
"What happened man? I was just like watching from over there and you just fell over. And than I thought to myself; Zack, be a gentleman and ask the lady what's wrong." I smiled at him and started walking towards the school entrance. So he knew I was a girl. It's hard to tell when some one refers to you as dude and man. A woman has got to look down and check that her boobs are still in place when called this. (Hey, it's the truth!)
"No, I'm fine, really."
"Sure?"
"Yeah, no problem."
"Okey, well, see you in class!" he said and jogged off towards the nearest tree where his other friends sat. Nice chap. Weird and… Yellow, but nice.
"He fancies you." sniggered Nadia in my ear. We were just inches from the large stone steps as I stopped rooted to the ground.
"What?!" I whispered with a deep frown on my face. "No stinking way. I deny it."
"You deny that anyone likes you!" Mary informed me. (oh, so she takes Nadia's side now. Well, I'll remember that!)
"Pfft! I do not!" we started walking up the broad stone steps that were basically full of people waiting for the bell to ring. I snorted out loud. I didn't deny that anyone liked me! I just deny the fact that it is possible that I like them back! I shared these thoughts with Mary and Nadia but they both just gave out loud groans.
"What? I'm picky!" I told them truthfully. I couldn't help that I didn't fall flat on my face for the first and best guy I saw! As the matter of facts I glad I don't! I would be known as the world's easiest lay. And I wasn't too keen on that.
As always the halls of Sky High where brighten up by the massive amount of windows (and the fact that it was like over a hundred feet up in the air) and the light blue lockers that covered most of the hallway walls. My locker was on the third row right ahead from the entrance so it was only a few strolls from there.
I opened my locker and removed two books and placed them in my messenger bag. I looked at Mary, who was standing with her face towards the entrance. I knew she wouldn't bother me anymore, I mean, she isn't evil. It is bad enough that my mom and her know-it-all friend is in my face about not being married yet (just because they both had men and engagement rings at the age of 17) and still a virgin (like I would ever bother telling them about the big day when it happens. They would probably die of shock at that as well. Except Charlotte who already died from shock hearing about my boyfriend.)
I closed my locker and felt (and smelled) newly polished nails dig into my shoulder blades and blond hair swaying over my left shoulder.
"Who's that, who's that, who's that, who's that, who's that?!"
"I don't know, now get off my… Wait." I squinted at the two boys Nadia had been so eager to know (but I mean, hardly a day passes without Nadia falling for yet another poor boy).
But that wasn't the point! I thought I had seen the tallest one (and I mean tall when I say it sister!) before, and it couldn't be long ago because he was wearing that white t-shirt and that stripy black and white sweater the last time I had seen him too. They were standing in the darkest corner by some classroom door a few feet away and were hard to see, but of course Nadia uses her own little radar to locate hot boys.
"I have seen him before, that tall one I mean. I'm a hundred percent sure of it." I said leaning over Mary like Nadia were leaning over me. God, where had I seen him before?! This was maddening; this was torture, being physically harassed by a knife was nothing, this was torture.