Disclaimer: Alas, I haven't purchased D.E.B.S from Angela Robinson since I last published... two minutes ago. I'll work on that.
A/N: It isn't as long as my normal chapters of this story, I'm aware, but I've been a bit stuck on it recently and a friend had a birthday, so I published what I could of it. Happy birthday again, MissGoodie :)
Chapter 3
As if her entire world had just shifted – and in a way, it had – she fell back against the booth's backrest. It was hard to do anything but look on in amazement, yet I remained just focused enough to regulate the full out grin that wanted to take over most of my face.
She looked at me, her ice blue eyes slicing through me, and all pretense of focus vanished before I forced it back, finally just scrunching my lips up to the side to stop the grin. It was then I noticed a smirk flit across her features.
"So…what's up with Ninotchka?"
"Oh, God." A headache all but torpedoed into my skull. "She was such a head case… Jesus Christ…"
Over the roaring in my head, I heard Amy question incredulously, "Where do you meet somebody like that?"
Christ, if I knew. "Never let a guy, or Scud, find you a blind date."
She snickered, recovering enough to glance over and find the quasi-male in question. I followed Amy's gaze to the foosball table and noticed he had roped Janet into a game. I almost felt sorry for her until I noticed Scud was at least letting her have some fun before going in for the kill.
"I hope Janet goes easy on him."
Oh ho, what's this? "You mean he may actually have a challenge?"
A flirty grin danced across her lips. "Janet came out of nowhere and trounced every last Deb to compete in the school-wide foosball competition last year. She bumped me down to second place, the hustler."
"Ooh, second place. Sounds absolutely humiliating," I teased.
"Considering it's one of only six in my life, yeah, I was a little peeved."
"Six? What happened there?"
Her bright eyes rolled in what looked like grief and annoyance. This I had to hear.
I leaned closer, an arm now resting on the back of the booth, as she fitted me with a stare. "Bobby wasn't the best at keeping up when he insisted on joining competitions together. I mean, if he's going to sign us up for a handgun competition, you'd think, being on Homeland Security, he'd at least be a good shot."
A snigger made its way past my lips before I could stop it, but Amy simply smiled, seemingly agreeing. "The least he could have done is kept the proof of our failures. Instead, they're all hanging-" She brought up delightfully slim fingers in an air quote "-proudly… around my room." She lightly laughed and I instantly fell in love with the sound.
I tucked some hair behind my ear, wanting a clearer view of the amusement dancing across her face. "Probably clashes with all the blue, huh?"
She snorted. "That's a whole other story."
"I've got the time."
A small smile graced her lips as she allowed her eyes to catch mine. Seemingly invigorated, she turned further towards me. "We had been going out for… what, three years? And Bobby's just like, all over me… and I just- I-" Her words started choking up, but I could tell she knew what she wanted to say. Proving me right, she huffed out an exasperated breath and steamrolled through. "I feel like he doesn't get me. Do you ever feel like that? Like nobody understands you?"
"Yes, all the time."
For a moment, she only stared at me, mouth slightly open in… disbelief? Probably. I mean, here she was, my supposed opposite in terms of "justice," asking me if I could relate to her. I could, of course. She was practically describing my life story.
I glanced back up, watching her turn away, a soft smile hiding poorly on her lips. Then her eyes flashed to mine, subtly surprising me.
"I am really glad I met you."
A single moment of unchecked happiness took the reins and, trying my best to temper my smile, I admitted in all honesty, "I'm really glad I met you too."
