Offenders

Offenders (25)

He grabbed onto my arm to stop me from going anywhere.  “Come on, powerpuff, can’t you put in a good word for me?”

“Powerpuff?” I blinked, finding it hard to believe he had just called me that. “Did you seriously just nickname me after the Powerpuff Girls?”

“I don’t see why not,” he grinned, and I couldn’t help but notice it was probably the widest grin I had ever seen on anyone ever. “You, Kristie, and Lena could totally be the Powerpuff Girls. The personalities wouldn’t really match the appearances though.”

I let out a sigh, unable to believe we were having to conversation. “I have nothing to say to that.”

“Yeah, yeah...” Nick shook his head and I knew he was getting back to the point. “Anyway. Are you going to talk to Lena for me?”

“I guess I have to.” I crossed my arms over my chest and sighed. “You’re not going to leave me alone until I do.”

Nick grinned again. “Atta girl!”

“Can I go back to my lunch now?” I asked, my stomach rumbling as it called out to the sandwich I had left behind on the table.

Nick nodded and I was allowed to leave, walking as quickly as I could back to my table so I could eat as soon as possible.

“Look who’s back,” Aiden announced as I took my seat. “Miss Popular.”

“Popular?” I couldn’t help but make a face at him. “How am I popular?”

“With the boys you are,” he snickered, and Dex glared at him from across the table. “First Tom and now Nick.”

“Nick didn’t want to go to the dance with me,” I clarified, picking up my sandwich that all I wanted to do was eat. “He just... wanted to know how much the tickets cost.”

“He had to take you away just to ask you how much the tickets cost?” Dex frowned, and when someone else said it out loud it really did sound like a stupid reason.

“So, uh,” I began, trying to change the subject, “you know who’s cute?”

Lena seemed uninterested as picked at her salad and guessed, “Tom?”

“No. Well, yes. But that’s not who I’m talking about,” I rambled, feeling like a complete idiot as I continued talking. “I’m talking about Nick.”

“Nick?” Lena seemed slightly interested now, but mostly confused. “Don’t you have a thing for Tom?”

“Uh, yeah,” I gulped. This was going terribly. “But Nick’s a really nice guy. Totally someone a girl should go to the dance with.”

Dex shot me a flat look. “You’re the least most subtle person ever.”

I kicked him under the table. “Shut up,” I hissed.

Lena shrugged, continuing to pick at her salad unvaryingly. “I don’t even want to go to the stupid dance,” she told me, and it wasn’t something that was all that surprising. “If I do end up going, it’s going to be with friends.

Oh, well. I tried.

The rest of the day went on and I didn’t even I was hoping it would be a while before I did so I could hold off on telling him how Lena wanted to go to the dance with friends, not a date.

Malicius had told me during my class with him, which had been located to another room as they fixed the one I had destroyed, that he wanted to see me after school. It wasn’t something I wanted to do, but it felt like something I should have done. But I still really didn’t want to see him.