I wasn't exactly a nobody. I mean I could've had friends. It was more of a self-imposed exile. At least, at school it was. Oh I had friends. My family was huge and we all lived within walking distance and at the tennis club I had Rosaline and Connor. My mom owned a bar in town and my dad was married to some tramp in LA but that didn't bother me. In fact, most things didn't bother me. Laziness was a part of that, but simple apathy for anything that had to do with the social circles at school made up most of that. I simply didn't care.
At least, that was before. Now, that stupid jock-strap wearing retard was standing in front of my house saying that I was "allowed" to go to the movies with him. I mean, what the hell?! Allowed to? Did he honestly think that I wanted to go to a movie with him?
I blinked at him. And he, thinking that I was mentally incompetent repeated his statement, "I need something to do this Saturday. You can come to the movies with me."
I gaped like a fish. Was he serious?
"I know I know, you probably think this is some sort of dream, but it isn't. Ok."
I blinked, "Are you serious?"
"Yes. Now are you coming or not?"
He frowned, "Why?"
My eyebrow quirked, "Are you seriously asking me that?"
"Would I be if I wasn't?" he asked.
Wow… that was a pretty complex sentence. "Because I'm not going out with a jerk who assumes that I want to." I was completely calm. My lazy nature was showing. Any other girl would be throwing stuff at him.
"Then, do you want to go to the movies with me this Saturday?" he asked, green eyes earnest and honest.
I frowned, "No."
"Because!" I was starting to get frustrated. Couldn't this guy take a hint?
"Oh my god! This can't be serious. Because you're not my type and I don't like you."
I was ready to strangle him. "Would you stop asking why!"
"God, I didn't know you were such a bitch."
I could feel that familiar feeling. My temper coming on like the whoosh of a toilet before it flushes. My eyes went from wide and annoyed to slightly closed, like I was drowsy. Then they iced over. My voice was frigid, "Nice way to woo me, Henders."
"I don't want to woo you! I just want a date for Saturday!" He rolled his eyes to the sky and looked like he was going to turn when something behind me caught his eye.
"Jenny?" I turned, snapping out of my angry expression disappearing and a concerned one coming on.
"Blake, sweetie, I thought you were asleep." I crouched down so that I was eye level with my little cousin.
He gave me a satisfied half smile rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. "Uncle Freddy said to check on you." His eyes were spaced apart and hesitant, like a child learning how to talk. It was so cute that I couldn't help the loving smile blossom across my face.
I turned back to Sean and said, "Could you just leave, please?"
He looked like he was going to say something but I felt a tugging on the bottom of my pants. I glanced at Blake who looked like an angel with his thumb in his mouth. He looked entertained for the time being, so I turned back to Sean and said, "Look, sorry I couldn't help you feed your ego but I have things to do so if you could leave, that'd be great."
The ego comment seemed to annoy him, "Oh I have an ego? You can judge me by stereotypes and lame chick lit yet you freak out by a badly phrased ask-out line?"
"Yes, you do have an ego. And I don't think that from chick lit or stereotypes, I know that from the poor kids you shove against lockers and the cheerleaders you screw one after another like some kind of human hormone machine! God, if you want a date then ask Anna, she's the one who you want, so why are you using me as a way to make her jealous?!" I was angry, but that was overshadowed by the fact that threw my whole rant, the pulling was getting harder and harder.
My draw string, yellow flannels with frogs on them didn't stand a chance to a bored Blake and off they came, right in front of the MVP of our varsity football team.