Interaction: Noah and Justin
And so, anyway, everyone always says that he's some kind of literary genius, but if you ask me...
...Katie? Sadie? Um, hello? Are you two even listening to me? Why are you staring...
...he's behind me now, isn't he?
I turn around and sure enough, there he is, about ten feet away, flexing his muscles. Wow. Very impressive, that strange ability he has to curve his arm into an unfinished circle. But you just can't look away from him, can you? You're not even listening while I'm complaining to you! There, you just sighed! There was nothing sigh-worthy about what I just said!
Of course, you're not the only ones...no, there's Beth, gazing at him dreamily from her chair, and even Eva, her dumbbell arm fallen as she gazes at him with that happy, stupid look. And look, Lindsay's going over to try and talk to him. I watch as she passes by Tyler, who stares after her, glaring.
His head turns slightly; he and I share a small eye-rolling moment before we look away. Yes, we silently agree, it's pathetic, isn't it? Or rather, horribly annoying. I mean, really, girls, what is this? Do you realize how stupid you look? I glance over at Ezekiel, sitting alone in the hot tub. He has that small frown on his face, the one he reserves for when he's trying to decipher some behavior he doesn't understand. You were all so ticked at him when he said that we males were stronger and smarter than you, but you know what? I'm starting to see his point. On at least this one little issue, you all seem to have the strength and intelligence of...you know what, I can't even finish that analogy. I actually can't think of an ending sufficient to describe this.
This is pathetic. I mean, really, girls. I expected better of you. Isn't it we men who are supposed to be the dumb ones here, the ones who become idiots at the sight of a pretty face? But you don't see any of us getting so gaga over any of you girls. You don't see us becoming mindless zombies whenever you stand up, move, speak, breathe loudly...I mean, you've never seen me turn into an idiot just because Eva walked into the room.
...What? No, I just picked her randomly. No, I do not---er, uh---moving on...
Oh, and you. Yeah, don't think I don't see you. The cause of all this. Look at you, you're enjoying all this, aren't you? And why not? You're the master of the resort. You're the sultan here, with a completely willing harem of girls whenever you find a reason to rip off your shirt. Which you seem to do. A lot. Do you know how many times in my life I've had to rip my shirt off? None. Zero. Take it off, yeah, but just rip it right from your chest, all because you dribbled a little ketchup during lunch? I must say, I wonder how many of those identical green shirts you brought with you...how do you even afford them all, you show-off? I have hand-me-downs from five older brothers, and I couldn't scrounge up enough shirts to match all the torn clothes that you go through in a week. Not that I imagine you know anything about that, Mr. Male Model. Go ahead, tear up as many shirts as you can find, don't worry about all homeless people on the street who could use them, you rich, Apollonian jerk.
Oh, yes, now do you're little smile. Pearly whites---oh, look, they sparkled! Just like they always do. Even when there's no light source. And look! The girls are swooning! Yeeeeee. How unexpected. And look at you there, soaking it up, basking in your adoring public. I grind my teeth. So annoying...
And here I am, and what do I have to compete with you? An actual brain. A tongue that sometimes moves and produces words. An encyclopedic knowledge of all human literature, history and philosophy stretching back to ancient Babylonia. But look how scrawny my chest is! Oh! No wonder I can't hold someone's attention for more than a minute with you in the room.
Even the other guys seem to get taken in by your charms, and I don't just mean that tub of lard Owen either. All the males of the island seem to think you're just swell; even they smile when you walk by, even they seem to want to get on your good side, even they seem somehow enchanted by you, if not in an explicitly romantic way. Again I look at Tyler. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I actually feel rather fond of him right now, the way he's glaring as Lindsay tries to chat you up. None of the others seem to care that their girlfriends are throwing themselves at you. Maybe because most of them trust that their girls wouldn't actually stray, or think that you wouldn't really want them, I don't know. The point is, your "powers" (as Izzy calls them) seem to be potent enough to even get most of them on your side. But even your hotness has its limits, Justin.
I'm not falling for it.
You can strut and grin and talk in that rarely-heard, soft little voice of yours, but I won't be pulled in like everyone else. I see you for what you really are.
Stupid. Vain. Seductive. A beautiful mask put over an empty head. But I'm smart, Justin. I don't care about looks. I don't get seduced easily, and I can see through your mask.
I'm everything you're not. The anti-you. And I won't be taken in.
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