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It's two days now and I still feel so guilty for sleeping off when I was talking to Alyse on the phone. I tried talking to her, but it feels like the world was preventing me from talking to her today. Or is it that she's avoiding me? I can sense that she's really upset about the Nerd being un-singled by Stephanie Weatherly. Seriously, what does Alyse sees in him anyway?
I went to school, determined to apologise to Alyse. I feel really bad. It's rude. But I can't help it... so, I made sure I woke up extra early today and got ready. I spent about 20 minutes in front of the mirror, combing my hair down (bad hair day... bad sign??) and also practising my speech.
"Alyse, look, I'm sorry..." I tried with my puppy-dog eye. Weird.
"Alyse, look, I'm sorry..." I tried with my guilty-look expression. Pathetic!
"Yo, Alyse! Hey, look, I'm sorry about..." I tried casually. Nah, too fake.
"Erm... Alyse... look... I..." not confident.
"Hey... Alyse... I..." too... flirty..
After about a hundred tries, I finally decided to start with my usual line...
"Hi ALICE!" I greeted.
After about 15 minutes of waiting by my locker, Alyse finally came. I was going to walk up to her when Lara went up to her and hit her, really hard, on the back. Lara grinned when Alyse winced in pain. Alyse subconsciously rubs her back.
Lara said something perkily and Alyse mumbled something in return. Somehow, I feel that this girl, Lara, is up to no good. All the time. I mean, I might be too sensitive or something, but she seems to do things on purpose to hurt Alyse and then laugh or brush it off as joke. It might seem like a joke to others but to me, it's just plain mean.
When I greeted her, she didn't seem to have heard me.
"Alice?" I tried again.
"It's Alyse!" Lara snapped. The Mean B*tch, I call her.
I rolled my eyes at her and I looked back at Alyse. Her face was turning violet now. Okay, maybe she heard me...
"Sorry, Uh-leaaaase..." I emphasized on her name," I kinda slept off, that night... I am really sorry... really..." I explained but she held up her hand. So I stopped talking. I sighed as she walked away, leaving me feeling helpless as I watch her back.
After she disappeared down the hall, into the classroom, I made my way to the class too. I tried talking to her in the class. Saying how sorry am I and then changing it to other topics. I felt like I was talking to a dummy. Erm, a mannequin. She didn't reply, nor did she told me off. She just sat there and did her own work.
After school, I was thinking about a way to make her forgive me. Does she like flowers? Hmm... she doesn't look like the kind who gets impressed by flowers... nor chocolates. Teddy bear is out. How can she be the kinda girl who doesn't like what girls like? Maybe that was what made her different.
See? I knew Alyse is different from day one... anyway, back to the topic.
I was thinking what I should do just so she would forgive me. When I finally dug out an idea from my brain, that is, to call her. It was already 2 am. But she might be sleeping late. Who knows right? She hung up on me. After the 5th try, she picked it up.
"Hello? I think you called the wrong number..." she said in her drowsy voice. I suppressed my laughter. She's funny that way... how does she knows that this was a wrong caller? This is not even wrong!
"Uh... I don't think I called the wrong number, Alyse," I said, still trying really hard to control myself.
"Oh, you know me?" she asked sleepily.
"I'm sorry for calling you this late," I apologised.
"If you're sorry, you wouldn't call me at 2 AM IN THE FREAKIN' MORNING! Now, it doesn't like an emergency, can I go back to sleep now?" she said, suddenly so angry.
"Sorry, but it is an emergency," I explained.
"What emergency? And who are you anyway? How'd you get my number?" she asked suspiciously.
"Oh, erm... please don't hang up," I pleaded desperately. Please don't let her hang up! This is my only chance!!!
"Wait, you're... Aaron!!!" she said, as it dawned on her that it was I, Aaron, on the line. I started panicking. PLEASE. DON'T. HANG. UP!
"Yes, please let me explain...3 minutes?" I begged. Please please please, GAWD please! If she doesn't hang up, I promise I will stop watching porn for 1 year!
"30 seconds..." she said firmly.
"1 and a half minutes?" I tried to bargain.
"15 seconds..." she replied with a yawn. She's gonna sleep!
"30 seconds..." I agreed.
"29, 28, 27, 26..." she started counting.
"I'm sorry that I hung up. I can't help it, I was too tired. I slept... I promise you that won't ever happen again," I explained as fast as I can.
"Hmm..." she said. Then, I heard her breaths become soft and steady.
Then there was a soft snore. Like a baby's. I can't help it now. I laughed. I recorded her snoring and hung up about a minute later. Wait, so did she forgive me or not?
I sighed and went to sleep.
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Shit! I'm late! Again! When can I ever NOT be late? Why am I asking myself that question? Of course it's NEVAAAAARRRR!
Anyway, I rushed to school and met Alyse on the way into the school. Actually, it was more like a collision. No, actually, it WAS a collision. We were both late, as usual. We didn't even miss the Tardiness Lecture. She's an old fag. That teacher. Oh! Don't mind my language.
I leaned towards Alyse and whispered to her, on the way back to our seats, "I guess we're equal... now that you've slept on me too. And hey! I recorded your snores..." Alyse's jaws pratically dropped to the ground. I thought I needed to help her pick it up. I winked. Suddenly, her surprised look changed into a deep frown. She's creepy that way. It's like, she keeps some face expressions masks somewhere and flip them when she wants to. I know right? Just creepy.
"Don't worry, I'd just post it in the school's website," I teased.
"Try doing that, and you'd understand why girls wear panties instead of boxers!" she hissed in reply. I gulped. Oh my God! What did she mean? She's not meaning my... my down there, is she?
She smirked. She SMIRKED! What the heck was THAT supposed to mean? Man! This woman is freakin' me out! Wipe off the smirk! WIPE IT OFF! I closed my eyes and opened them again. I looked at her. The Smirk was still there! Oh my God! That recording is going into my recycle bin! The instant I reach home!
WEINI
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