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CHAPTER TWO - Blind Date
"I'm waiting." Dawn said, reading from her script.
"For what?" Connor asked Dawn.
"Go dot," She replied. The entire class cracked up.
"I think I've seen enough," the teacher said, sick of their terrible acting and pronunciation. "Class dismissed."
"Sorry for screwing up our skit." Dawn said as they walked out of class.
"I think the script was screwed up to begin with. I mean, what the hell is a charnel-house anyway?" Connor said, trying to make her feel better. If he had been attracted to her before.
Dawn laughed. "Thanks for showing me around."
"Well, it is kind of your duty when you've spent three previous years around this dump." Connor said with a smile. "So, uh, I know we just met and everything, but maybe we could, you know, get a cup of coffee after school, or something." Man. A senior and I still stammer around girls. What kind of a loser am I? Connor thought.
"But aren't you a senior?" Dawn asked, surprised. That's probably the stupidest thing I could have said in this situation, Dawn thought to herself. "You idiot." She muttered.
"Huh?"
"Oh, not you! I uh, was talking to myself. About myself. You, uh, know how it is, when you're around a really cute guy and, uh, I mean. I'd love to. But I mean, are you really okay with going out on a date with a freshman?"
"It's not a date. It's a caffeineted beverage." Dumbass, you thought it was a date, Dawn thought. I wish it was a date. Oh, shut up, brain! Shut up!
~
Angel sat in the restaurant alone. He checked his watch. She wasn't late, he was early. Why was he so anxious about this anyway? It was a blind date. Either nothing would happen, or something would happen and turn out to be another one of those one night stands. It wasn't anything big. He looked up to see the blonde from his Images of Pop Culture class come in and talk to the hostess. Bet she's got a hot date. Wait, why is she coming over this way? Angel thought. You've got to be kidding me. I actually got lucky for once in my life. Thank you, thank you thank-
"Are you Angel Doyle?" Angel jumped at her words a little.
"Uh, yeah. You're." He trailed off. Xander hadn't told him her name. What kind of an idiot wouldn't tell a guy his date's name? Xander, obviously.
"Brianna Wyndham-Price. It's nice to meet you." They shook hands and she sat down in the chair opposite him. He couldn't help but notice how gorgeous she was. He hadn't gotten a very good look in class. He was too busy being kicked out.
"Are you okay?" She asked him, noticing his stare.
"What? Yeah. Sorry." He was looking at my chest. Ugh. Okay, if he's a jerk or a pervert, or both, you have your self beeping pager and pepper spray in your purse. Brianna thought. He's cute though. He doesn't look like a jerk or a pervert. But then again, they never do. Not even Parker. Except for that weird eyebrow thing. Stop thinking about him, you're past him.
"I'm sorry, but do I know you from somewhere? A class or something?" She asked. "I mean, you're at UCLA, right?"
"Uh, yeah. But I don't think we've met." She would think I was such an idiot if she knew that was me this morning, thought Angel.
"Okay then. Maybe I've seen you on campus or something." She said, shrugging.
"Are you a senior?"
"Yeah. You are also, right?"
"Yeah."
"What's your major?" She asked. She had to pick a question having to do with academics. She had high standards for guys, and if they weren't intelligent then they couldn't keep up with her.
"American History. How about you?"
"Psyche."
"Wow. Isn't that stuff complicated?"
"Not really. But both my parents are psychologists, so it's kind of my destiny. I was under a lot of pressure from them to be a psyche major, and I didn't really have many other options, but, it's not bad. Some of the theories are really interesting.probably not to you. I don't mean that you.well, I didn't mean that, but I don't mean.okay, I'm babbling. Sorry. I'm a lot better explaining things in a paper or whatever."
"That's okay. But I think that stuff is kind of interesting. I tried to read some books on it, but I really couldn't keep up." That just made me sound like some idiot. Good going, Angel thought. Change the subject, fast! "So, what other stuff are you interested in?"
"Well.it's kind of embarrassing, really. I'm obsessed with this show, you probably don't know it or anything. It's just this crazy kids thing, I don't even know why I watch it. But, I don't just watch it. I analyze it. My younger sister Buffy thinks I'm insane and everything, but then again so do a lot of people.sorry. Rambling again." She smiled a little, embarrassed at her obsession.
"What is it? What show? Trust me, it can't be worse than mine." Angel said reassuringly.
"Spongebob Squarepants. I know, I know, it's stupid and the guy who created it was stoned at the time, but it's actually-"
"You've gotta be kidding me."
Brianna looked up at him. "What?" She asked.
"I've been obsessed with that show ever since it came on."
"You're joking!"
"No, actually, I'm not. Everybody in the apartment thinks I'm a real immature idiot, except Oz, who gets his kicks analyzing animal crackers. He actually wrote a paper last year about why the monkey is the only one with pants. Oz is strange. But, wait, who's your favorite character?" What a stupid question, Angel thought.
"Squidward. Without a doubt. Although Patrick does have his moments."
"I really like Mr. Krabs. I can't really explain why."
"Well, Mr. Krabs is the face of corporate America."
"Oh. Oops."
Brianna laughed. "It's not wrong. It's just psychological."
"Yeah, and what does Squidward stand for?"
"All the boring little nothings who go through life being alone and depressed, all the while aspiring to be something more."
"So is that you?" He doubted it.
"I have been told by many a person that I can be boring and have way too high standards for people, hence the no satisfaction."
"You don't seem like it. Whoever said that must not know you well enough."
"Or know me too well."
"Same difference."
CHAPTER TWO - Blind Date
"I'm waiting." Dawn said, reading from her script.
"For what?" Connor asked Dawn.
"Go dot," She replied. The entire class cracked up.
"I think I've seen enough," the teacher said, sick of their terrible acting and pronunciation. "Class dismissed."
"Sorry for screwing up our skit." Dawn said as they walked out of class.
"I think the script was screwed up to begin with. I mean, what the hell is a charnel-house anyway?" Connor said, trying to make her feel better. If he had been attracted to her before.
Dawn laughed. "Thanks for showing me around."
"Well, it is kind of your duty when you've spent three previous years around this dump." Connor said with a smile. "So, uh, I know we just met and everything, but maybe we could, you know, get a cup of coffee after school, or something." Man. A senior and I still stammer around girls. What kind of a loser am I? Connor thought.
"But aren't you a senior?" Dawn asked, surprised. That's probably the stupidest thing I could have said in this situation, Dawn thought to herself. "You idiot." She muttered.
"Huh?"
"Oh, not you! I uh, was talking to myself. About myself. You, uh, know how it is, when you're around a really cute guy and, uh, I mean. I'd love to. But I mean, are you really okay with going out on a date with a freshman?"
"It's not a date. It's a caffeineted beverage." Dumbass, you thought it was a date, Dawn thought. I wish it was a date. Oh, shut up, brain! Shut up!
~
Angel sat in the restaurant alone. He checked his watch. She wasn't late, he was early. Why was he so anxious about this anyway? It was a blind date. Either nothing would happen, or something would happen and turn out to be another one of those one night stands. It wasn't anything big. He looked up to see the blonde from his Images of Pop Culture class come in and talk to the hostess. Bet she's got a hot date. Wait, why is she coming over this way? Angel thought. You've got to be kidding me. I actually got lucky for once in my life. Thank you, thank you thank-
"Are you Angel Doyle?" Angel jumped at her words a little.
"Uh, yeah. You're." He trailed off. Xander hadn't told him her name. What kind of an idiot wouldn't tell a guy his date's name? Xander, obviously.
"Brianna Wyndham-Price. It's nice to meet you." They shook hands and she sat down in the chair opposite him. He couldn't help but notice how gorgeous she was. He hadn't gotten a very good look in class. He was too busy being kicked out.
"Are you okay?" She asked him, noticing his stare.
"What? Yeah. Sorry." He was looking at my chest. Ugh. Okay, if he's a jerk or a pervert, or both, you have your self beeping pager and pepper spray in your purse. Brianna thought. He's cute though. He doesn't look like a jerk or a pervert. But then again, they never do. Not even Parker. Except for that weird eyebrow thing. Stop thinking about him, you're past him.
"I'm sorry, but do I know you from somewhere? A class or something?" She asked. "I mean, you're at UCLA, right?"
"Uh, yeah. But I don't think we've met." She would think I was such an idiot if she knew that was me this morning, thought Angel.
"Okay then. Maybe I've seen you on campus or something." She said, shrugging.
"Are you a senior?"
"Yeah. You are also, right?"
"Yeah."
"What's your major?" She asked. She had to pick a question having to do with academics. She had high standards for guys, and if they weren't intelligent then they couldn't keep up with her.
"American History. How about you?"
"Psyche."
"Wow. Isn't that stuff complicated?"
"Not really. But both my parents are psychologists, so it's kind of my destiny. I was under a lot of pressure from them to be a psyche major, and I didn't really have many other options, but, it's not bad. Some of the theories are really interesting.probably not to you. I don't mean that you.well, I didn't mean that, but I don't mean.okay, I'm babbling. Sorry. I'm a lot better explaining things in a paper or whatever."
"That's okay. But I think that stuff is kind of interesting. I tried to read some books on it, but I really couldn't keep up." That just made me sound like some idiot. Good going, Angel thought. Change the subject, fast! "So, what other stuff are you interested in?"
"Well.it's kind of embarrassing, really. I'm obsessed with this show, you probably don't know it or anything. It's just this crazy kids thing, I don't even know why I watch it. But, I don't just watch it. I analyze it. My younger sister Buffy thinks I'm insane and everything, but then again so do a lot of people.sorry. Rambling again." She smiled a little, embarrassed at her obsession.
"What is it? What show? Trust me, it can't be worse than mine." Angel said reassuringly.
"Spongebob Squarepants. I know, I know, it's stupid and the guy who created it was stoned at the time, but it's actually-"
"You've gotta be kidding me."
Brianna looked up at him. "What?" She asked.
"I've been obsessed with that show ever since it came on."
"You're joking!"
"No, actually, I'm not. Everybody in the apartment thinks I'm a real immature idiot, except Oz, who gets his kicks analyzing animal crackers. He actually wrote a paper last year about why the monkey is the only one with pants. Oz is strange. But, wait, who's your favorite character?" What a stupid question, Angel thought.
"Squidward. Without a doubt. Although Patrick does have his moments."
"I really like Mr. Krabs. I can't really explain why."
"Well, Mr. Krabs is the face of corporate America."
"Oh. Oops."
Brianna laughed. "It's not wrong. It's just psychological."
"Yeah, and what does Squidward stand for?"
"All the boring little nothings who go through life being alone and depressed, all the while aspiring to be something more."
"So is that you?" He doubted it.
"I have been told by many a person that I can be boring and have way too high standards for people, hence the no satisfaction."
"You don't seem like it. Whoever said that must not know you well enough."
"Or know me too well."
"Same difference."