Chapter 27
"Clarisse, are you ok?"
Scarlett asks me this with honest concern, studying me across the lunch table with her gray-green eyes.
"Yeah." I lie, making another stab at my chicken nuggets. But to be totally honest, I am not. Not at all. I feel like a prisoner about to be led to the guillotine or something, just knowing that death is only a few feet away.
Because Abel's table somehow managed to be right beside ours.
Now I know what you're thinking, 'what do you mean 'death'? He's a smexy god of deliciousness, how dare you compare him to a guillotine! (or whatever).' But I'm going to compare him to death because I'm scared to death right now. Absolutely petrified. Close to shitting a brick on my stupid little orange chair. Again, you probably ask why.
And the answer is I DON'T KNOW!!
Ok, that's a lie.
I'm frankly afraid of him because a) he's a smexy Godlike male of gorgeous proportions (like his chilling dark eyes, or that sexy smirk, and that marvelous body....ohmygod i need to shut up...) b) I think he was flirting with me yesterday (probably just my ridiculously active imagination, but he was acting a little differently...) c) I might have to show him my 'proof' of Flora wanting to kill me and d) he may not believe me (which going on my luck recently, most likely would happen).
And because I'm afraid, I'm also very pissed off.
I usually do not get frightened easily! Like ever! Dangle a spider in my face and I will squash it, shut the lights off and I will not care, and Halloween is just plain stupid to me. And yet here I am, sweating up a storm in my seat, just because Abel might come over to see my proof.
"Clarisse!" Scarlett's voice makes me flinch and I glare at her, wide-eyed (if that makes any sense).
"What?"
"Why are you freaking out?"
"I am not freaking out." That lie comes out as almost convincing.
Scarlett gives a pointed look at my hands and I look down. I'm clenching the collar of my shirt in an almost-shaking deathgrip. I let go and then don't know what to do with my hands again. Shit! They're practically shaking. I sit on them.
She smiles at me. What the hell!
"What're you smiling about?" I snap. This is not the time to be smiling!
Scarlett's grin turns catlike, and her eyes flash to Abel (who is sitting with his back to me on the table to my right) and back. "You're freaking out because you like him."
"Shhvvvsshhsshh!!" I sputter, panicked and outraged. He could hear her, and that would be embarrassing as hell. "I do not!" I hiss at her. I do find him gorgeous and often compare him to a sexy God who may have been born by a thunderstorm and might think he's one of the most delectable men I've ever seen in my life but that is beside the point! She is walking a very dangerous road right now!
Her catlike grin widens. "Suuuurrre." She stabs a chicken nugget on her fork and then says, "And you're also freaking out because he likes you too."
Again I go into shushing hysterics, attempting to quiet her ridiculous statements. Scarlett knows all about what happened Friday night and on Saturday because I called her on Sunday. I told her all about it and it actually felt kind of...good. To have someone to tell all this crap too. Usually I just end up rambling it all in my head like a moron. Calling her on Sunday had at first felt stupid, but I'd just had the urge to spill my guts...Maybe I'm finally acting like a teenage girl or something...
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I'm The Geek Who Slapped A Football Player.
Teen Fiction*ALL RIGHTS RESERVED* Clarisse Hornitt is a nerd. Or a geek. But, not your typical nerd/geek, as she won't put up with bullshit and will promptly tell you how it is regardless to how it makes you feel. She manages to get into a physical altercation...
