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| Conversations With A Chia |
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| Author: Reena Email: [email protected] Rating: uh, average, PG15 Isabel Evans just groaned. And groaned. Kyle was just blathering on about what happened at lunch with Maria and Tess and how he was now in the dog house. And how it was all Maria's fault. Like his being a complete idiot was so not the problem. She silently thanked the heavens that Alex was her boyfriend and not this Chia Head in front of her. "I mean, can you believe her?! I just apologized and she acted like I didn't know what I was talking about!" "Shocking, Kyle, really. But we have this assignment to finish." "Of course you would take her side." "Kyle, I'm not taking sides. Oh, wait a sec. Yes I am." "And lemme guess...it's not mine." "Look Kyle. You just don't have it in you to grasp what you did wrong. That's all." "I don't have it in me? Oh, yes I do. I totally apologized to her for referring to Liz and she went all DeLuca on me." "All DeLuca on you?" "Yes! Like I said before...This. Is. Maria's. Fault." "And why is that?" "Because she gave Tess the probation idea and her wonky little alien brain just had to go run with it. Oh, uh, no offense." "None taken. So...Maria brainwashed Tess into giving you probation?" "Exactly! I knew you were the person to talk to. Guerin-useless. I mean, the guy just got off probation only to get himself back on it. It's all DeLuca...I'm telling you." "Michael's back on probation? What did he do this time?" "Oh, some lame shopping thing or something. You know how Maria is when it comes to her shopping." "And how is that?" "All psycho about it. I mean, it's shopping. How can any non-escaped-mental-patient not understand that?" "Mental patient?" "Oh, come on Isabel. She's a walking ad for a mental institution." "You talked to Michael about this? I mean, Michael talked to you about this?" "Well, yeah. I was just sitting on the bleachers and Guerin comes by and tries to act all cool like he just didn't get his ass back on probation. But I saw right through that one." "Oh you did?" "Oh, yeah. It's so obvious when Maria just chucks him out of the Eraser Room before lunch is over. It practically screams 'probation.'" "As opposed to you, just sitting on the bleachers." "Hey now." "Kyle. You need to get this through that hair of yours. This isn't Maria's fault. You just can't grasp the error of your ways." "Thanks, Whitman." "Geez, Kyle. Is there anyone within a five mile radius that hasn't heard your drama about Tess?" "Drama? There's no drama." "Sure. Righty. Gotcha. Can we work on this assignment now?" "No." Isabel groaned, again. Little did she know her brother was in the middle of a similar sort of conversation with Maria. Groaning. And groaning. She was debating what kind of torture to put her teacher through for pairing her up with this clueless boy with bad hair when he interrupted her musings... "So, it doesn't matter. Because I've got a handle on it." "A handle on it. What are you talking about?" "I'm just going to turn the tables on Tess. Give her a little probation of her own to deal with." "Uh, Kyle. Where were you at lunch? Aren't you in the dog house? How does a dog put his girlfriend on probation?" "Oh, she'll cave to me. You wait and see. She'll cave and then, oh yes, then, I'm turning the tables." "You're turning the tables on Tess?" "You betcha. And Guerin's gonna give Fruitloops a run for her money, too." Isabel was at a Crossroads of sorts. One path had her telling Tess and Maria just how retarded their boyfriends were. The other path...well that let her sit back and watch this all unfold. Decisions, decisions... "So, how do you two plan on turning the tables on them?" "With our charm." Oh, yeah. She was definitely going to keep her mouth shut and watch this all unfold. Not a doubt in her mind. This was gonna be great. Popcorn worthy, in fact. "Your charm? Is that some new thing that you just came up with?" "What? No! I have charm. I ooze charm." So far, she thought, the path was look-ing go-od. "Must have missed it." "Just cuz you're all hot for geek-boy doesn't mean that I don't have charm." "If Alex is such a geek-boy, then why do you hang out with him?" "Who else is going to understand a PMSing alien girlfriend? Duh, Isabel." Oh, yeah. This path, this path was just downright epic. "Alex refers to me as a PMSing alien girlfriend?" "Well, not in so many words...but you get the point." "Yes, I get the point. Now are you done blathering or can we actually work on this assignment. You know, before I start PMSing on you?" "Oh, uh, sure. Assignment. Right." The wheels in Isabel's head were just spinning. Round and round. And one boyfriend of hers was going to get a talking to about hanging out with this Chia in front of her and about some PMSing alien girlfriend. Oh, she'd be "frisky" alright. "So, Isabel, why do you think she totally just rejected my apology?" And she was back to groaning. Just like her brother was in a classroom down the hall. * * * * * |
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