Title: Deceitful Musings
Part: 1
Rating: umm... PG?
Author: Randa [email protected]
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I wouldn't have to write this annoying
disclaimer.
Dedication: To net-addiction. Without you, I would not be sleep-deprived enough to write this. Plus all the other writers on the Hyde-n-Jackie list. You really inspired me, guys... (sniff)
Rating: A whopping PG-13 for language.
Authors Note: I wrote this on a whim at 3:00 in the morning. I am pretty sure that it sucks. If by some miracle it doesn't, and I get enough feedback, I will turn it into a series of some sort.
She's watching me again. I can feel her eyes burning into me. I will not look up. I will NOT look up. Oh shit, I looked up!
"Hi Steven!"
Why can't she call me Hyde? Why does she insist on calling me by that stupid, pansy-ass name? What kinda name is Steven, anyway? It's just ... lame. Very lame. And now she's doing it again!
"Steven? I SAID hi!"
Does she think I'm deaf or something? Why can't she go somewhere else? Somewhere far, far away from here. Well, obviously she isn't gonna leave anytime soon. Might as well say hello. And then good-bye. And then get the Hell out of here, before I do something REALLY stupid...
"Hello." God, that was weak. Really weak. I sound like such a moron. She
probably thinks I'm a loser now. Not that I care. Because I don't. Not one
little bit. None.
Her whole face is lit up. Wow. I've decided to honor her with an
acknowledgment. Sometimes it really bothers me, the way that she gets so
excited over one little comment from me. Why does she like me so much? ME,
of all people. I mean... LOOK at her. Really take a look.
She's one of those short types. Not that that stops her from having an
amazing set of legs and a killer body. Which only gives proof to the fact
that there is no justice in the world. She has this thick, long hair. Black
hair. Not brown, but black. Sometimes she wears it curly, and somtimes
straight. I can never decide which I like better. Either way, she's
breathtaking.
Then, of course, her face... Sometimes, she kinda reminds me of a pixie.
She has a delicate, almost whimsical face. Her eyes are wide, and deep
enough to drown in. Her lips... God, don't get me started on her lips...
Not that like her. I don't. Really.
All in all, she's gorgeous. Beautiful. Mouthwatering. Incredible. God,
listen to yourself. What a loser. If she could hear you right now...
She's talking again. Does she ever stop talking? I don't really mind so
much. Oh, I'll tell you I do, but I don't. It's fun to listen to what she
can come up with. Give her a subject and let her run with it. You'll be
amazed at what you hear. Of course, every couple of sentences she manages to
work in some conceited little remark that is so completely true that you just
have to be amused. And annoyed. But mostly amused.
"So, do you want to?"
Damn! What is she talking about? How do I figure out without letting on I
haven't been listening to a damn word she said?
"Yes," Shit, did I just say that? Did I just agree to something Jackie asked
me to do without having a freaking CLUE what she's talking about? This is
JACKIE! For all I know I may have just agreed to dress up as Benji and have
a teaparty with her and her favorite stuffed unicorn!
"You will? You'll go to the movies with me? Oh, Steven! I'm SO excited!"
Now she's hugging me. No, she's on my lap in front of all my friends hugging
me after I've agreed to go see a movie with her. I don't think that "damn"
really covers it. Nor does any other curse word that I've ever heard. Which
is a lot of curse words.
Of course, now that I think about it, this DOES have it's perks. Maybe I
should make a pro/con list. CON: Jackie's hugging me. PRO: Jackie's
hugging me. On second thought, that doesn't work to well...
What do I do? Okay Hyde, just take it easy. Step one: Get her OFF of your
lap. No! Bad libido! I have higher rank, and I say I want her off. Kind
of. A little. Okay, so I don't. Happy? But off she must go.
Shit! Damn it all, I didn't mean to push her so hard... I hope she's okay.
I am NOT gonna help her up. Oh, who the Hell am I kidding?
"I'm sorry... Are you okay?" What am I apologizing for? I don't feel
guilty. She shouldn't have been hugging me. I DO NOT feel guilty.
And now she's grinning at me. I've just shoved her onto the floor and hurt
her, and she's grinning. No, the world isn't completely screwed up. Not at
all.
"Oh, that's OKAY, Steven! I know it was an accident. So, I'll see you
tomorrow at six?"
There she goes. I think she did that on purpose... She ran before I had a
chance to back out. I would have backed out. Really, I would have!
Probably.
They're all staring at me. Why are they staring at me? Oh yeah. I'm a
loser. I forgot.
"Quit looking at me like that." Oh great. Now they're looking at me even
more. Wonderful. "I'm getting out of here!" Well, that sure showed them.
Now my badass image is restored. Yay. I'm happy. I really am! Sure.
I can't believe I actually agreed to go to the movies with Jackie. Not that
I knew what I was agreeing to... Maybe I can still get out of it? Naw...
wouldn't want to hurt her feelings. What? That IS the reason! It really
is! And if you can't accept that, then I pity you!
What was it that she said? "I'll see you tomorrow at six."
I am so screwed.
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