Hot nerd
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It took exactly three minutes before it struck me.
"What?" I finally found my voice.
He seemed not to have heard me as his eyes stared seemingly beyond me. I could decipher that his eyes were ocean of sadness but that couldn't even amount to the betrayal I was feeling clogging my chest.
"Mike what did you say?" I attempted to ask, hoping he would somehow tell me exactly what he meant.
He didn't look at me. I stepped back from his grasp, my thoughts ajumbled. All this time Mike knew me from my past and yet he never told me anything. How could he do this to me? He was the only friend I had yet he choose not to tell me anything. Tears stung the corners of my eyes but I didn't let them stream down my cheeks. I was about to turn and walk away but he grabbed my hand.
"Please don't leave me again. I love you Anna. You have always been in my heart and nothing will ever change that. I promise I won't ever let you go," he begged, his words slurred.
"Mike what are you talking about?" I questioned facing him.
"You know which was the best day of my life? It's when I took you to our first date. You looked so gorgeous in that blue dress and my fingers itched to run through your sleek black hair. I remember how good it felt to finally go out with someone I cherished. I was so happy then till..."
"God! Anna what are you doing here at this time?" I almost jumped startled at the sound of Dylan's musically masculine voice behind me. I guess it was time I stopped thinking about how sweet his voice was.
"Dylan? What are you doing here?" I questioned.
"I think I asked you that question first,"
"Well, I came to take Mike to his house. As you can see he is pretty wasted and one of the workers at the club called me,"
"You should have told me to come pick him up. You know it's dangerous for a lady like you to be alone at this time of the night,"
"But-" I protested but he cut me off.
"No buts. The next time this happens you need to tell me before you make any move. I don't want to loose you ever again,"
A frown found its way to my face.
"Again?" I couldn't help but ask.
"Can you just get in the car? Meanwhile I'll call one of guards to take Mike home,"
I felt no need to argue with him so I just walked to his car which was parked nearby. From the rearview mirror I saw Dylan busy on his phone, while frowning. He walked towards the car and leant on my window.
"None of my guards is picking up," he muttered .
"Well you could just bring him to your place since he is your best friend," I reasoned with him.
"You are right. Besides I wouldn't risk him getting up late when we have a six A.M flight. Just stay put and I'll get him in the car,"
"Did you just say six A.M?" Who the hell wakes up at such ungodly hour?
"Yeah you heard me which means you too will sleep at my house,"
"What!"I almost gulped at a nonexistent drink.
"You are my fiancee now so that shouldn't be a problem. Besides we will be getting married in the next few days,"
"Are you kidding me? I have nothing with me. No purse, no passport, no money, no clothes no-" the small grin building on the corners of his lips stopped me in my tracks.
"Why are you grinning when am busy telling you reasons why I can't sleep at your place?" he was totally unbelievable.
"Why should I not when you look so cute when ranting?"
When his words floated in my mind,sudden pain hit my skull, an image building before my eyes.
"Are you stupid or something? Am just telling you why I can't come over for the party and all you do is smile like an i***t, which am really starting to believe you are," I ranted pushing back my hair.
The i***t wouldn't stop smiling still.
"Why should I not when you look so cute when ranting?"
I tried to keep up an irritated look but failed miserably when a smile popped up my face. I turned to face the rest of the crew consisting of three boys and two girls. One of the girls screamed excitedly while turning to the boy next to her.
"Edwin don't they just make the cutest couple?"
"Of course they do. We only hope it lasts," Edwin said, his arm going round the girls shoulder.
"Of course they will last, you cute i***t. I wonder why people say that the bad boy always gets the good girl. When they witness this they will change their saying to the bad boy always gets the head cheerleader,"
"Alice," a blush crept up my face as I tried to stop Alice from blabbering more.
"Just stating facts,' she shrugged,biting get cheese burger.
When I turned I caught a nerd boy wearing some big rimmed glasses staring at me. He quickly turned and walked away before I had a good glance at him.
A rough shake on my arm made the memory disappear.
'Are you okay Briannah?"
"Yeah am fine. Just a small headache which will pass. Come on let's get Mike in the car," I smiled, my hand on my the door handle.
"I told you to stay put,"
"Are you sure you don't want my help?"
"I'll manage him. No need to worry,"
He walked away and my mind wondered back to the memory. I was a cheerleader in highschool and in love with the school's badboy. What shocked me was who the bad boy was.
I had been in love with Mike? For some reason knowing that made me feel disappointed probably because I had wanted it to be Dylan. Wait.. I had hoped it would be Dylan? It's either I was loosing my mind or well, I don't know. So now I discover I was in love with Mike and I got engaged to Larry. So how did Dylan fit in all this? I pulled on my hair in frustration, letting out a tired sigh.
"Are you sure you are okay?" I jumped startled, a hand on my heart, my heart pounding erratically in my ears.
"Dylan, you scared me," I muttered in between short bouts of deep breaths.
"Sorry I didn't mean to startle you. You just seemed... I ain't know, out of this world?" he mumbled, stepping on the gas pedal.
The engine revived to life, the car slowly leaving the lobby. I watched his long fingers tighten on the wheel drive, taking control of the car in a way only a long time expert can. Why did such a ruthless being have to be the Greek Adonis of New York City? My eyes travelled from his neatly styled black hair, to the broad shoulders straining against the suit shirt he wore, down to his god like, flawless face and his lips would take the world's prize of being the most kissable.
"You know if you keep looking at me like that, I might as well stop this car right here and f**k you senseless," breath caught in my throat when those words escaped his lips.
"You know that actually sounds like a great idea. Why don't we just pack then? It's not like Mike would have any idea of what is going on. He is already snoring his life away in the backseat," I whispered, biting my lips.
"Speaking of Mike, I wonder what's up with him today? He seems ticked off," Great! He just changed the subject.
"Probably because of some personal reasons," I shrugged.
"Didn't he tell you anything?"
"Why would he tell me anything? It's not like we are so close to confide in each other. That kinda reminds me, for how long have you two been friends?"
"Since we joined eleventh grade. Why ask?" his eyes were trained on the road.
"Nothing. Just asking," I looked out of the window completely ignoring him.
I remembered the interview day.
Flashback
I wonder who the hell does interviews on a Friday, I had thought as I entered the waiting room. To my utter disbelief there were countless number of ladies, looking like they had just stepped out of a magazine and a few men who looked like they would want to be anywhere else but here. Looking at my simple orange dress and white low heels, I almost made a U turn.
I sat on an empty space at the far end of the room, praying silently that I would at least get a job. For a full year I had trekked the streets of New York, trying to secure a job but to no avail. I watched ladies go in and come out either blushing or smiling like they had just won a gold medal. I guess the world's most renown womaniser was playing his antics again. The number dwindled till only three men and I were remaining. The secretary or whoever she was came out.
"Am sorry gentlemen but the interviews are closed good luck trying next time," she announced proudly.
What!We were getting dismissed just like that without an interview? Please God tell me this is not happening again. A sigh of despair escaped my slightly parted lips. Taking my handbag I proceeded to go out but not before the girl's voice stopped me.
"Miss? Sir is waiting for you inside,"
"I thought you said we should leave," I stated confused.
"You may have misunderstood me but I said the gentlemen should leave not the lady,"
A loud oh left my mouth. Wow! Someone should have warned me about gender inequality happening in this place. But he was Dylan anyway, he would obviously go for women not men. I drew in a deep breath before pushing the door of the interview room open. I had anticipated to find the Greek God himself with so many stone faced distinguished looking men and not a single young man who looked equally like a prize model. He was typing furiously on his phone and didn't acknowledge my presence. Damn boy! This guy had killer looks and it would be easier to understand the state the ladies were in when they came out of this room. Already I could feel my cheeks heating up. His badge read Mike Rennyson. I cleared my throat noisily but he didn't look up.
"Have a seat," he said, his voice a singsong in my ears.
"Thank you so much Sir," I said politely taking the seat opposite him.
When I looked up, he was staring at me as though he had just seen a ghost.
"Briannah Morgan Trevor?"
"That's me sir,"
A few too many seconds later he just stared at me and I had to look away to avoid his gaze.
"I read through your credentials and the extra documents you brought. Could you by any chance be lying about the loss of memory?"
"Of course not. I have been suffering from amnesia since I was eighteen, that is like seven years ago. Please sir don't base your interview on my loss of memory but on the quality of work I can do,"
He nodded, scrutinizing me till uncomfortableness ruled my entire body.
"You know honesty is a virtue I really admire. So let me take your word for it but as soon as I find out that you are lying to me about the amnesia, I will be the person you hate the most. On Monday report to work by seven. I need you to be well acquainted with your environment before you finally meet your boss on Wednesday. Have a lovely evening Miss Trevor," he got up and walked into an inner room.
Guess that was an indication that I should find my way out. Lucky for me I had secured a job.
"You keep zoning out.What are you thinking about?" Dylan spoke up.
"About how my life gets to suck sometimes," I stated.
A pin drop silence ensued. A thought crossed my mind and I turned sharply to face Dylan.
"Dylan can I ask you a question?"
"Sure. Go ahead Love,"
"Do you think I have ever met Mike in the part of my life I have no memory of?"
He gave me a single glance before his eyes settled on the road again.
"Am sure you have never known each other,"
"Really? How would you be so sure if you never knew me before?" I raised one eyebrow watching a look of panic cross his features.
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