Middle School Years
Chapter Three) Interesting Person
Mameha:
I wondered if I should smile and thought better of it, keeping my lips in a thin line. I had been, I admit, impressed with him when he'd totaled Ishiba. It was almost chivalrous how he had done it. It almost made me want to like him - after all, that was some punch. But today! Today, somehow, his every movement stroked me to wrong way. Especially that strange crack about my eyes. I had heard bad poetry before, but never such a hideously stupid and needless comment.
I sipped my Sun-kiss Orange, viciously. The counter boy was right! It was delicious! It had enough tang to make my insides flutter but enough cold to make me shiver. I purred in delight licking my lips.
Trunks, that was actually the boy's name, looked up at me in surprise when I did that.
"What?" I snapped, but I didn't feel as annoyed as before. The drink had a great effect on calming me down. I give it an eight!
"You attract a lot of attention. People keep glancing over here, at you mainly." He coughed than sipped his drink too.
I gave him half of a smile. Was that suppose to be an underwear boy type compliment? Nice try. "I suppose so."
But, the boy didn't smile back and gave me a disdained look instead. I understood that he disliked me. It was fascinating that he disliked me. I've had girls hate me before but boys, boys were too stupid to hate me. Maybe I should give underwear boy some slack for knowing to do that much.
Then another thought came to me. If I drawled out on other topics for a while, the boy would forget about the incident with Ishiba. Honestly, I'd feel more comfortable if he didn't know. The less behind-the-scenes stuff that went around, the better. Not that his knowing could really affect anything now that it was over.
Outsmarting cotton head. How difficult that would be... Putting on my brightest voice I drawled out, playing with my straw.
"I was going to tell you about why I was in the shop. It has to do with you. You see, I thought I'd - "
Suddenly, he slammed his hand down hard on the table. "Shut up, Mameha. I want an answer now. I'm not here to have a date with a bitch. Got it?"
I blinked, more amused than hurt. I've been called bitch before, but not so many times in one day. I allowed myself another half grin.He could have at least listen to the story I would have made up. It would have been good...
Might as well tell him though... I had already used him. What was he going to do? It wasn't wise of me to tell him, but why not? What did I care? Plus, he looked angry enough to punch and I'd seen his punch. Yeah, I'd have to tell him.
I gave him a bitter smile.
"I was dating Ishiba. I was using you to make him angry and break up with me because, I didn't need him anymore and it was the quickest, most painful way I could severe the relationship permanently." I took another sip of my Sun-kiss Orange, half paying attention to my own half-lie. Delicious! "Why you? I told you before, you were the best looking idiot in biology and I knew that'd make Ishiba especially angry. He really cares about that stuff. And there you go, the big secret."
A few seconds passed and I lifted my eyes to search his face, curiously. My story was a little more edited than it needed to be, but he hadn't asked for the details (I could tell by his expression he wouldn't press me for more). I was disappointed at his reaction, though. He looked surprised, a little angry, but that could be expected. Shame. I thought he'd amuse me a little further.
But then, I suppose, I was being too hard on him. He had been manly and sweet, beating up Ishiba. That wasn't even part of my plan, though it worked out so well. Who knew that bastard would have nerve to SLAP me in front of the WHOLE DAMN SCHOOL. What a jerk.
"What did he see in you?"
I stopped drinking the Sun-kiss Orange that I'd almost snorted up my nose at that comment. What an original comment. My ass.
"Hmm?" I wiped my lips with my palm.
"You went out with him, right? He must have liked you a lot to get so mad. And what I don't get is, what did he see in you?"
I blinked. What did he see in me? Unoriginal as it was, I have never been asked that question before. For a second, I thought to answer him. Ishiba probably thought I was pretty, cute, big-breasted - whatever stupid superficial qualities boys looked for in girls.
Trunks Briefs drank his drink, a green sparkly thing that I don't remember the name of and drawled masterfully. "You're short. You have an awful personality. You obviously didn't really like him much. And if you are vile enough to play that kind of trick on him, well, that doesn't say much for your style."
For a second, I was angry. And then, it was hilarious. Here was this boy, saying those things to me. It really WAS hilarious. I threw my head back and laughed and laughed.
"What?"
This time it was he who looked irked.
"You tell me." I replied. "Tell me why some boys are idiotic enough to like me. I'm all those things you say and worse and yet some idiots seemed to like me anyway. Why? I agree, what in the world did Ishiba SEE in me? Tell me, please."
Trunks:
For a second, I thought she was mocking me. But one more look at Mameha's eyes told me she was being completely serious. She seemed so happy at that second, even though I had insulted her. And now, she was looking at me with such a curious, delighted expression that it caught me off guard.
In that second, I almost answered, "You are something else."
I shook that thought out of my head, bewildered. How corny was that? But as I gazed at her face, I realized with a wild shock, she was. Her strange eyes were exquisite. Her features were soft and delicate - though she usually kept it in an ironic smirk. Her lips were pouty; her face a perfect oval; her hair glossy long. And, most of all, all the male customers in the shop were looking at me with obvious envy. It was because Mameha seemed to sip in attention, just like she was sipping in her drink. And the way she had cocked back in her seat and was sipping her drink with a coy abandon - I realized, there was a million things that Ishiba could have seen in Mameha; all of them he wanted to see even closer - touch, even.
But no! No! Her poisonous voice, her hideous personality, and her stubborn bitchiness was like the overgrown thorns on her rose. Who cared about touching and sniffing if you'd get your nose ripped off? I drank in the last of my drink and my foolishness.
"I have no idea. Really."
Mameha nodded and rested her face in her pretty hands. Her eyes were twinkling with pleasure and I wanted to smack her on the head. She was always so pleased with herself, it was disgusting. I scolded myself for ever thinking she was beautiful or sexy or -
"Date with me, Trunks."
I choked. "Wha. . .what?"
"Go out with me. Be my boyfriend. I want you." Mameha was suddenly smiling strangely at me, the half smile I'd seen before, but this time in her smile I could see everything that was interesting about her all over again. I furiously shook my head.
"HELL NO. Who'd you think you are, bitch? I am not as stupid as Ishiba!"
I got up to leave when she called after me, "I know you are not, Trunks Briefs. Ishiba never was so honest with me. It's what makes you so... interesting. And the fact that you hate me, that'll spice things up even more for me."
I stopped. I heard her rise behind me and brush herself against me. And my heart stopped beating for a second. I was angry. Very angry. What was she pulling?
"If I have to seduce you, I can. If I have to win you over with flattery, I can. If I have to send you love poetry, bake cookies, and all that crap, I can and will. You are an incredibly interesting person, underwear boy."
Her next words were almost whispered.
"And I like interesting people."