Your Not So Average Nerd

Chapter 2.

"Two weeks?! Really Mom?"

"What if I fix it instead? It can't be that hard." Really how had could it be to fix a hole? It's not like it was huge or anything. Just the size of my fist. I'm a small girl, so my fist cannot exactly leave that big of a gap.

My mother gives me the scariest death stare. The kind of stare that only a mom can produce when she's really, really fed up with her children. "Do you remember the last time something like this happened, and you offered to fix it?" Before my mother finished that thought, Chris and Will were already laughing so hard I thought they were going to pee their pants. And that's not just and expression. It has happened before.

Between laughs Chris manages to get out, "T-t-th-the s-sink," before him and Will collapse into uncontrollable giggles.

I'm guessing you're thinking that this incident happened a while back. Wrong. It was last week. I cannot help it that I tend to take out my anger on inanimate objects. It's better than attacking my brothers, right? Because they were really what I was aiming for. The sink was just in the way.

Will and Chris were being their normal annoying selves, and in retaliation I went to throw the dirty rag near the sink at them. So maybe it was not the best revenge, but still there was nothing else within reaching distance that I could throw at them. As you may have figured out, my plan did not work out so well. After I picked up the rag, I whipped around with my arm still outstretched. My forearm whammed into the hot water dial for the faucet. Don't ask me how, but the second my arm and the nozzle made contact, the nozzle flew across the room and landed in a bowl of chips. Naturally, Chris and Will screamed "Goal!" as they ran out of the room. Unfortunately the bowl of chips I had been eating was knocked to the ground after this incident.

Once the laughter died down over me punching a whole in the wall, my mother officially grounded me for two weeks. No laptop, no television, no going out after school- not that I did that normally-, and of course no cell phone unless it was involving family. I love getting grounded on my birthday. It just completes the lovely day.

I'm now allowed to go three places: school, home, and of course the library. I needed some way to do homework didn't I? Lucky for me, I had yet to do my homework that night. The library it is. Too bad those computers block tumblr.

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I hate the library. Quiet might be good for some people, but being able to hear every single little noise around me distracts me more than if there was music blaring and people attempting to scream over the music. The pin-dropping silence is definitely more unbearable than a rave thirty feet in front of me. I guess growing up with two older brothers has made me used to everything but silence.

The library in this town is incredible elegant. It could put the Yale libraries to shame. At least I'm assuming it would considering I would definitely be kicked out of any Yale library just for not being classy enough. Anyways, what kind of library has crystal chandeliers? Pushing back all the tables, chairs, and bookshelves, this place could absolutely pass for a ballroom from the 1800s of an upper class Manhattan man. I definitely wouldn't mind being swept off my feet here.

It was almost as if no one has cleaned this place since the 1800s either, I thought as I sat down in the far left corner of the library nowhere near windows, doors, or the bathroom. Before I dropped my books onto the table in front of me, I had to clean a thick layer of dust off the top. This is my normal seat in the library, and it looks to me as if no one has sat here since the last time I was grounded.

I got busy with my homework right away. Although it meant going home sooner, it also meant leaving the library. Home seemed to be the lesser of the two evils right now even if it meant being bored out of my mind.

Half way through my Pre-calculus homework the room suddenly became dark. Someone apparently decided it would be hilarious to throw a jacket over my head. A leather jacket to be exact. I stayed deathly still for about half a minute after realizing who was behind me. I think I also forgot how to breathe during that time.

"What's the matter, Peanut? After two years are you still shy around the male population?" a deep, groggy voice asked breaking the silence that I was now trying to make last forever. Well that confirmed my suspicion of who was standing behind me. It was not because of the voice, but the word peanut. The only person in the world who has ever called me that. It has nothing to do with my nerdiness so that meant it couldn't be used, but then again he never followed the rules. The only person who can make me blush fifteen different shades of red with two sentences.

I figured I should come out of hiding now that he's actually said something plus my hiding place was not really the best considering he knew where I was. As I removed the leather jacket from my face and placed it on my shoulders, I caught sight of the deep dark eyes staring straight into my mind.

I refuse to let myself get lost in his eyes. Sure he was drop dead gorgeous, but there was no way I was going to let this jerk get to me. Again.

"Looks like nothing's changed at all in the last two years then. Still falling asleep in random places, Jake?" I retorted confidently while focusing my attention on the small space between his eyes. That was the worst comeback ever, but it looked to me as if the lightest shade of pink crossed his cheekbones.

Maybe he could read my mind, "HA Miss little tough as nails karate nerd cannot muster up a good comeback or even look me in the eye. And she seems to have forgotten our latest encounter from only a few months ago. Oh that's rich," Jake said as the blush disappeared. Did I imagine that blush? My blush is still creeping on my face. How can his have just gone away?

I slam my books shut and pull them off the table as dust flies everywhere. There was no way I could sit at this table for another second. I run off as fast as I can to another part of the library seeing as I still have so much work to do.

"Hey, wait, I just wanted to talk about the English project!" I heard Jake, but there was no way I was turning around now. Besides that it would ruin my "dramatic" exit, I do not think I could sit there another minute with him without bursting into tears.

As I got farther away from the table where I left Jake, I heard the distinct voice of one of the librarians coming from that direction. "Young man. Wasn't that you making that ruckus?" I don't think her voice could get any louder. "You cannot just scream like that in a library regardless of how far off you are in a corner!" Talk about making a ruckus, I thought as I broke down in laughter followed by tears between two dusty bookshelves of the Religion section that don't look as if they've been touched in years.