… in case you hadn’t already guessed, Buddy and I are a lot alike. Â I am also very susceptible to requests delivered sweetly and seductively by the women in my life… one in particular asked that I give a little more from Day 6… so here goes… what happened before the portion of the story I posted earlier…Â
As strange and wonderful as it was to be the subject of Desireeâ€™s attention, or one of the subjects, I surely wasnâ€™t the only person she flirted with, eventually the novelty of it wore off a bit. Â Sad, but true. Â Life has a way of moving on and presenting us with new things to gain our attention and so it was for me.
At some point I must have not seen her look my way or something. Â Probably had my nose in a book, that was a pretty common place for it and falling headlong into a book was a great way for me to ignore the jerks around me during lunch. Â At any rate, one day as I was digging through my locker trying to find a worksheet for science so I could work on it during lunch when I heard something behind me. Â I whipped around quickly, ready to defend myself from whichever unenlightened cretin was about to give me shit. Â Instead, I found myself confronted by Desiree and her 100 watt smile. Â I looked around quickly for her gang, but she was alone.
â€œUh, umm… Hi.â€ Â Not the most brilliant opening, but I was still adjusting to the fact that I wasnâ€™t about to be bullied. Â Then it hit me that Desiree.. DESIREE.. was standing there smiling at me and my heart started pounding for another reason. Â I felt my face get hot and wished for the billionth time my Welsh ancestors had found something different to pass on to me.
â€œHi, Buddy, how you doin?â€ She was looking at me with her eyes all big and stuff and I couldnâ€™t find any words to answer her. Â My words ran backwards down my throat and coughed a little, trying desperately to cover for my sudden muteness.
â€œI, uh, fine?â€ My voice squeaked upward at the end and I raised my eyebrows at her, not to ask if I was actually fine, but to ask, why she was standing there talking to me.
â€œSo… I was wondering if you could help me with the science project Mr. Weaver is having us do?â€ Â Oh! Â Finally something that made sense, sheâ€™d been wanting to get my help on school work all this time. Â Why hadnâ€™t she just come up and said so before now.
I felt annoyed at myself that Iâ€™d thought it was anything else, but thereâ€™d be a time to deal with that later.
â€œOh! Â OK, well, I was going to do it solo, and .. you donâ€™t want to pair up with any of your friends?â€ Â My brows were doing a caterpillar dance on my forehead as I tried to figure out her angle.
She leaned in closer and her strawberry scent invaded my senses. Â â€œSonia and Judy are going to do it together, and I could work with them but Iâ€™d really like to get a good grade this timeâ€, her voice had taken on a conspiratorial air, as if I were someone she confided in regularly and wouldnâ€™t be surprised by her judgement of them. Â For me it was an interesting insight into what I thought was an impenetrable fortress of girlhood and loyalty.
â€œMmmkay, so uh… I guess we could do a project togetherâ€ Â My mind was racing. Â Would she expect to come to my house to work on it? Â Maybe we could do it after school in the library or something. Â I was thinking about the project Iâ€™d planned and mentally dividing the work into something two people could do quasi-independently if necessary.
Her voice purred into my consciousness, â€œYou look so cute when youâ€™re thinking, I think Iâ€™m gonna enjoy working on this project with you, Buddy. Â Youâ€™re so smart and Iâ€™ll do anything you want me to do. I promise.â€
I stood there blinking at her, muted again. Â Later I would replay that last bit over and over again in my head, pondering the tone in her voice, the way her eyes seemed to drill into me when she said â€œIâ€™ll do anythingâ€. Â And then Iâ€™d shake it off and remind myself, admonish myself, that it was all about the science project and nothing else. Â She didnâ€™t actually mean sheâ€™d do anything. Â Besides, what would you ask her to do besides stuff for the science project.
She was waiting for me to respond, she was leaning so close she was almost touching me.
â€œYes, uh, what are you doing after school? Â We could meet in the…â€
â€œYou can come over to my house, we have lots of room and my mom said sheâ€™d bake cookies for us while we work.â€
Oh, so sheâ€™d planned ahead. Â I was right, it wasnâ€™t about flirting, it was all about the science project.
â€œYeah, sure, um, maybe tomorrow after school? Â That way I can tell my mom where Iâ€™ll be.â€
â€œYay! This is gonna be so awesomeâ€ She actually did a handclap and a little jump. Â â€œOK, see you later, Buddy.â€
I watched her walk away feeling confused and giddy.
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