What I Hate About You

Chapter 4: NARCISSISTIC FISH

DENISE

I didn't go to my class; instead, I went straight to our club room to finish my work. I stayed there until noon, typing and rereading everything. When I was done, I printed everything out and head back to my table. I was reading the papers one last time when Chris went over my table.

Chris is my partner in doing my newspaper report. He had blond hair that was cut in a school boy type and his blue eyes were behind his square rimmed glasses. Well, he's more than a partner, he's my childhood friend. He and his family were always there for us when our parents died.

"How's it going?" he asked.

"Done." I answered, smiling up at him. "I'm pilling these papers and I'm going straight to Mr. Galloway to submit this."

"Congratulations, then." he said as he leaned back on my table beside me. "I have something to do later after class so I won't be able to go with you to Mr. Galloway. Let's just celebrate tomorrow, okay?"

I snickered, putting the papers on my desk. "We don't need to celebrate, Chris."

"May I?" he asked, gesturing to the papers.

"Sure." I replied then stood up to fix my things. "Look, Chris, I want to thank you for all the help you gave, okay? That's why I get to treat you if you want us to have a celebration."

"Oh, that I won't reject." He said teasingly. "Wait, is this it?"

"Yeah, the draft and the final papers." I answered.

"Where's the first draft?" he asked with his tone full with confusion and concern.

"I said the drafts are there." I answered, turning to face him.

"No, you got the drafts but where's the first draft?" he asked, standing straight and looking at me. "You know, the notes we took during the interviews. The written one."

Oh, no.

"Oh, shit." I cursed. "Is that part of the requirements?"

"Oh yeah. Why would I ask you if it wasn't required?"

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked.

"I thought you knew."

"Do I look like I know?" I asked then groaned. "I can't remember where I put it."

"Ok. We've got enough time okay? I'll go look around in here and in the library too. You go check in your house and-"

"My house? My house is a bloody mess! A dump!"

"Den, calm down, okay?" he said, putting his hands on my shoulders. "You can find them. We still got 4 hours to look for it, okay?"

I nodded then grabbed my bag.

"Wait, where are my keys?" I asked, looking around my table.

"Really? You have to misplace all your things, huh?" he asked me.

I glared at him and tried to say something but he tossed something to me; his keys.

"Don't answer that. Take my key, get your bag and go home. Call Aunt Lena to open the door for you."

I sighed then nodded. "Thank you."

This will be a long day.

"If you just tell me what you're looking for, David and I could help you." Aunt Lena said, leaning against my room's door frame.

"Even if I tell you, you wouldn't recognize them." I answered, checking the papers on my desk.

"You must've placed it outside." She suggested.