CHAPTER TEN
STINKY
I've have lived for sixteen years and I have never seen anything stranger than what I'm seeing right now. It was that odd boy Curly… with a hot, young thing who made all the men in the diner stand at attention.
I nudged Sid as he was sitting right next to me, just to make sure, "Willikers! Is that really Curly, Sid?"
Poor Sid, didn't even knew what was goin' on. He looked up from his milkshake, startled. "Huh? Where?" He turned until he saw them. Boy, I tell you, his jaw almost fell to the floor and his eyes popped out like that lizard in one of the pictures Mr. Simmons showed us when we were in the fourth grade. "Holy- ! Who is that babe?"
I shrugged. "I figured she might be new here, ne'er saw her before." I bit my burger as I was still quite hungry since we all just came back from dropping water balloons at Arnold. He didn't like that at all. It was Sid's idea anyway.
"She's smoking!" Sid said before he whistled.
"I don't think so, I don't see a cigarette with her," I replied as I scratched my head.
"No! I meant she's hot!" Sid said through the corner of his mouth as Curly and the girl took a seat at the corner booth.
"Well, I'm sure the air-conditioning in here should cool her down," I said and took another bite of my tasty burger.
Sid stopped staring at them and turned to me, rolling his eyes. "What I really meant is that she's pretty. Good-looking. Beautiful. One fine-ass babe that I wouldn't mind taking to dinner but the question is; why is she with Curly?"
I tried to think of an answer to that one. All I knew was that girls were complicated. I did not want to bother about them as much as I do not want to do homework. They were too hard to figure out. Take for example Helga Geraldine Pataki, that is really one complex girl. In the past, I used to carry a torch for her and sometimes I still think about her but the times I think about her became lesser as the years passed by.
"Stinky?" Sid asked, interrupting my thoughts.
"Yeah, Sid?" I asked back.
Sid smiled, I could already see he had a plan, "I'm going over there."
"What? I'm sure the miss is enjoying her date with Curly," I said. Maybe not everybody likes the chap but he certainly is interesting. It was no secret that after puberty Curly actually became better looking and a few of the girls in our school talk about him. What drove them away was his intense love for Miss Rhonda Lloyd. Speaking of which, why is Curly on a date? Isn't this going to upset Ms. Lloyd?
"Are you kidding me? She looks like she's pleading for a rescue!" Sid sighed as he looked at their table again.
"I don't think you should do that, Sid." I looked at their table, they haven't noticed us yet but I bet they'd notice Sid interrupting their (what looks to be) a date. If anyone asked me, I'd say Curly is the one who looks like he wanted to be rescued, not the girl. Although she is a definite looker, I can tell that they just don't match, unlike peanut butter and jelly.
"That's it! I'm going over there. She needs help. I can sense it," Sid said confidently.
"Sid! No!" I yelled out and tried to grab his arm but it was too late! He approached them. The girl glared up at Sid. I followed him just to prevent him from getting into trouble.
"Hey, I was wondering whether you like-" Sid was cut off by the girl giving him a deadly look. I took a step back.
"Can't you see I'm on a date?" she said coldly. Curly looked up, finally noticing Sid. He smiled and it was, very, very strange. Curly never smiles. Unless Rhonda is around, of course.
Sid did not know what to say, I almost pulled him out of there before Curly said ,"Hi Sid, Stinky."
Sid and I looked at each other, we'd never been friends with Thaddeus. It was again strange that he was greeting us.
We said a hello back quickly and left the diner as fast as we could because Sid was very embarrassed and I also felt embarrassed for Sid. We left them behind, the girl burning our back with her stare and Curly seemingly disappointed that Sid did not interrupt the date further.