Xavier Kline
Believe me, I am not that blunt with myself. However, I can't just sit back and act like everything is just cool when I want it to be more than that.
Then again, we just met.
I've never had a girlfriend before, how was I supposed to know what to say or do to keep her occupied on me? My dad isn't here to tell me what to do when it comes to this so I hastily asked her out whenever she's free.
"I'll think about it. I am occupied this week." She pursed her lips.
There she goes. Always making excuses.
"That's fine." I forced a smile.
I am only making a fool of myself to her.
She probably had another, right?
I snapped out of it. How can I just think of it that way? I mean, seriously. Why am I even overthinking like a girl? (TT)
"So, what were you planning to help with Dr. Everhart?" I brainstormed of a topic that might get her to speak to me.
I learned one tiny thing when someone is hardly interested in you, they will never try to engage with whatever you do. And I'm the only one trying to know her better and she's just trodding beside me without even a bit of appreciation.
"Making business. Selling things. Sort of..." She replied.
"What kind of things?" I asked.
"Things that I possessed." She replied.
Um, of course? I wanted to tell her it was obviously things she had on her own, but what exactly?
"Like what? Specifically, when you sell things you possess, there are many of those, in general."
"Talent. Things I'm good at." She answered.
"Tell me."
She looked at me blankly. "I write. Novels, songs, scripts, whatever the entertainment industries want from me."
"Clever." I approved. "I wanted to invest, in order to help my dad get back on his feet. Become an entrepreneur myself. Someone he'd be proud of."
Our eyes met for a moment.
"We may have something in common." She paused for a while.
"Does that mean we're friends now?" I asked, hopefully.
She rolled her eyes, stifling a laugh.
"You pulled all that just so I'd make you my friend?" She asked.
"What else?" I replied proudly. "We have a lot in common and we both wanted to be the best for our parents. I insist we'd be friends."
I took out my card and handed it to her. "Call me if you think you might need an intervention to your problems."
She smirked, slowly taking her bag from my shoulder.
"I guess I'm used to being the boss that it's been a long time since someone humbled me." She said walking closer to my ear. "But, I like you so I'll take it."
She looked triumphant at my blushing face and took the card from my hand and twirled around.
"Did you just say you like me?" I called out like I couldn't believe it.
"You're not the only one who's allowed to be straightforward." She called back. "How does it feel to have a taste of your own medicine?"
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"You've been smiling to yourself since last night." My dad looked at me like another person in his house.
I chuckled at my breakfast. "I made a move, and she said 'she likes me.'"
"Is that so?" He grinned. "How does it feel?"
"More than that."
"You have to take it slowly though. Only fools rush in and ruin it at the process."
"I'm proud to say I'm one of those fools." I grin.
"I've never seen you this smitten to a girl before." Dad said.
"She ain't a girl dad." I told him. "She's a lady."
He stared at me mortified. "Do as you please, but you have to listen to me if you want this to work out.
"I'll see what I can do about it." I replied.
Tell me that I've lost my sanity completely because I was over the moon the whole class. My mind just couldn't forget that moment I was love-struck. The first time that I got worse than a B in test but I simply couldn't care. I guess I can't deny I am madly in love.
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The whole class was thunderstruck when they heard about my poor result in chemistry which is one of my forte.
"Mr. Kline, are you feeling well today? You've barely got a thing correct in my test though this was the same thing last week." The teacher asked me.
I'm not feeling well when I can't see her, ma'am.
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Just kidding! Lol.
"I haven't studied well last night. My insomnia cranked up and I can't focus well without sleep." I made up a story that may sound reasonable.
Advantages of being popular means whatever silly story you make, it leaves a positive opinion to those who actually fathom on you. Influence will make their way and spread the good news, so even if I skipped class they'll take it like fools.
Oh, wait. I am one of those fools though.