Chapter 7 - Sometimes smart girls can be so dumb

Keely and Phil walked into their math class and sat down.

"My head hurts," Keely sighed slamming her books down.

Phil rolled his eyes. "Quit complaining. You were the one that rolled out of bed and hit your head."

"But you were the one in my room at 8.00 in the morning," Keely pointed out.

Phil laughed. "But you were the one still sleeping at that time."

"It's not my fault you rung me up to ask me about homework late last night, is it?" Keely defended herself.

Phil watched as Mr Hackett stalked up to the front of the class. He had always been suspicious of Phil, and it always made Phil uncomfortable to be in the same room as him for more than two minutes. "Whatever Keely."

"Don't you 'whatever Keely' me. Because I'm not the one at fault here," Keely said.

"I'll be handing your tests back now," Mr Hackett announced, and produced a pile of papers.

Keely groaned. "I did so badly on this test."

"Keely, you totally understand algebra now. You rock at it. You honestly don't have to worry," Phil reassured her.

As Mr Hackett weaved around the desks, and handed back graded papers. Kids groaned or punched the air as they read the grades. Keely knew that she had done badly. Seeing as she had only answered 2 out of the 20 questions.

"Miss Teslow. This paper proves you seemed somewhat distracted," Mr Hackett said, passing back a paper with a huge D scrawled across the front.

Keely blushed. Phil had been on her mind that day. He had done something she had found adorably cute, or something like that. "Um…sorry Mr Hackett."

Mr Hackett looked at her for a second. "Keep working hard Miss Teslow. I'm sure this was just a bad day."

"This sucks," Keely whispered, looking at the test paper in front of her. "Phil, I thought you said I understood algebra now."

Phil tore his eyes away from his A, and looked over Keely's shoulder. "I thought you did."

"Well I obviously don't. Because I got a D!" Keely hissed.

Phil rolled his eyes. "Not exactly my problem, is it?"

"It will be your problem, when I don't get to become a broadcaster, because then your stupid Giggle will be wrong. And I will skin you alive," Keely muttered.

"What was that?" Phil asked, pretending he didn't hear what Keely said.

"Nothing," Keely said, flicking through the papers of her test. "I am so dumb."

Phil put his hand on her shoulder. "You're not dumb Keels. You just don't get algebra."

"Or French. Or Science. Or your sarcastic jokes," Keely listed glumly.

Phil laughed. "Yeah. But that's what makes you, you."

Keely rolled her eyes. "You mean dumb?"

"No! Keely, you got a D on one test. We'll just cover that part more tonight," Phil said. "I mean, if you want me to help you…"

Keely looked over at Phil. "Thanks, Phil."

"No problem," Phil said, looking over at Keely and smiling. An evening in with Keely? It was no problem at all.


"Muffin-cake!" Mrs Teslow called up the stairs to her daughter. "Phone!"

Keely sighed, and picked up the extension in her room. "Hello?"

"Keely!" Via screamed down the phone.

"What?" Keely groaned, holding the phone away from her ear.

Via took a deep breath. "Tanner asked me out!"

"Did I not tell you about Tanner?" Keely twirled her hair round her finger. "Vi, don't go out with him. He's a total two timing jerk. You'd be better going out with Owen."

Via sighed. "Figures. He's too cute to be nice."

"Hey! Phil's cute and he's nice. And I'm adorable, and I'm the nicest person in the world," Keely grinned.

"But Phil is your property. Total hands-off for anyone else," Via said. "And that rocks. Because you two are totally made for each other. I just wish someone liked me that much. And don't you dare say Owen."

Keely had been going to say Owen, but unfortunately Via always read her mind. "Fine, I won't say it. But you hassled me, so I think it's my turn. Via, Owen really likes you. He hasn't been out with anyone since you came. That must be some sort of record. Why won't you give him a chance?"

"The same reason you didn't," Via snapped.

Keely rolled her eyes. "You were saving yourself for Phil? Wow, Via, I never knew!"

"No. Because he's not the sharpest knife in the cupboard. That was why you didn't go out with him when he asked you, wasn't it? That's what you told me anyway," Via said.

Keely laughed. "I thought you were smarter than that Via. I told you that to stop you guessing that I liked Phil. Guess that didn't work. Or maybe I just got more obvious. And you should know better than to judge Owen on how he appears."

"Keely, please don't do this…" Via pleaded.

Keely kept going though. "Via, you're also unbelievably smart. Owen will seem dumb compared to you. I'm dumb. I got a D in Math today. Which reminds me, I have to go round Phil's so that he can tutor me. I suck without his help."

"Keely, you're not dumb," Via insisted.

"And neither is Owen," Keely replied sharply.

Via sighed. "I'll talk to you later Keely. Have fun at your tutoring session, or whatever."

"Bye, Vi," Keely said, and hung up. She felt a bit mean for guilt-tripping Via, but Via had done it to her. And she wasn't denying that she liked Phil because he was dumb. Owen wasn't completely dumb. He was just a bit…ditzy. Like her.

Via tossed the phone to one side, and sighed. She knew that she liked Owen, but it was just easier to be mean to him than to be nice. But now that Keely had found her out, she didn't know how much more she could take.

1000 words exactly. Well, according to my computer word count. It might not say the same on here. It's weird like that.

The truth is, I have no idea where this story is going. It just flows out, and I'm not sure if it's making any sense, so if it's not, please tell me. And if it is, review. And tell me that you like it. Because I seriously want more reviews!