yeah I know...” He seemed completely uninterested in Ally. Ally felt taken aback but continued on the conversation without missing a beat.
“Oh! Did you? I wasn’t sure if we ever official met and I wanted to introduce myself!”
“Well, that’s nice,” he said sarcastically. “But why are you actually here?”
“Huh?”
“Look, girls like you don’t just waltz on over to a random guy and start talking to them.”
“Oh, sure we do. If the guy is cute!”
“Are you saying that I’m cute?”
“Well, I’m talking to you? Aren’t I, silly?” She smiled, laughing flirtatiously and little touched his shoulder.
“Seriously, if this is a joke, stop it. I already had enough bad luck with one girl today.”
“What happened?”
“Oh, I don’t want to bother you with the story.”
“It wouldn’t bother me. Maybe I can help?”
“Fine. So, I like this girl and well she’s shy. I’m basically her only friend because she’s so social awkward and all she every does is study. She works so hard that it’s no wonder that she has almost no friends. Sometimes I feel like she doesn’t even realize that I’m there. Today, I grabbed her arm and I was going to finally just ask her out. All I wanted to do was just ask her out on a date; the worst thing that could happen was rejection. So after I had gained all the courage to ask her out, she flipped on me when I grabbed her arm. I tried really hard to be cool to her. I told her that she should let people she the real her and that they would like her. When she told me that no one would like the real her, all I could think of is how much I like the real her.”
“Who is this mystery girl? Do I know her?”
“Her name is Gabriella. Gabriella Marcs.”
Ally’s eyebrows narrowed and her face darkened. She quickly recomposed herself and said, “yeah, I’ve heard of her.”
“You have?”
“Oh yes, everyone says that she is super smart! Yet, if she’s so smart maybe how doesn’t she know how much you care about her? Maybe she should see how attractive you are and how kind! She should notice these things if she’s really that smart. I know that I see them.” Then Ally leaned in kissed him on the lips, drawing away from him slowly. He gazed into her eyes and leaned in for another kiss. She stopped him, “Hey, I think I know a better place where we can finish talking.”
Chapter 4: Life Is Lonely With No Friends
Gabriella sat in her room fast at work. She was seated at her wooden desk; her lamp hovered over her Calculus notes which were scattered everywhere. She bent down to study her notes more closely as if she word absorb material better when she her nose was an inch away from the page.
“Gaby, it’s time for dinner!” A voice called from downstairs.
“Coming,” Gabriella responded without movement. She needed to just finish studying this last problem. However, nothing was coming to her. She just stared blankly at the problem, which was a problem.
“Gaby, it’s time for dinner!!!” the voice repeated.
Sighing Gabriella responded, “coming!”
She gave up on the problem. She shut her books with annoyance; she was like a lacrosse player who threw her stick down after losing a game. But for Gabriella, victory was not winning a game; victory was defeating every math problem thrown her way. Gabriella got up from her desk and hurried herself downstairs. Admittedly, she was fairly hungry.
She entered the modern looking kitchen with delight because she could smell fresh fettuccini alfredo. Gabriella’s family was half Italian and thus indulged themselves with delicious Italian meals. Gabriella grabbed a plate and served herself a heaping helping of goodness.
As Gabriella sat down, her mother asked, “isn’t Wesley coming over for dinner?”
Looking up slowly from her dish, Gabriella responded, “No, he’s not.”
“Why not? He always comes over on Friday.”
“I don’t know, Mom.”
“Is he
“Oh! Did you? I wasn’t sure if we ever official met and I wanted to introduce myself!”
“Well, that’s nice,” he said sarcastically. “But why are you actually here?”
“Huh?”
“Look, girls like you don’t just waltz on over to a random guy and start talking to them.”
“Oh, sure we do. If the guy is cute!”
“Are you saying that I’m cute?”
“Well, I’m talking to you? Aren’t I, silly?” She smiled, laughing flirtatiously and little touched his shoulder.
“Seriously, if this is a joke, stop it. I already had enough bad luck with one girl today.”
“What happened?”
“Oh, I don’t want to bother you with the story.”
“It wouldn’t bother me. Maybe I can help?”
“Fine. So, I like this girl and well she’s shy. I’m basically her only friend because she’s so social awkward and all she every does is study. She works so hard that it’s no wonder that she has almost no friends. Sometimes I feel like she doesn’t even realize that I’m there. Today, I grabbed her arm and I was going to finally just ask her out. All I wanted to do was just ask her out on a date; the worst thing that could happen was rejection. So after I had gained all the courage to ask her out, she flipped on me when I grabbed her arm. I tried really hard to be cool to her. I told her that she should let people she the real her and that they would like her. When she told me that no one would like the real her, all I could think of is how much I like the real her.”
“Who is this mystery girl? Do I know her?”
“Her name is Gabriella. Gabriella Marcs.”
Ally’s eyebrows narrowed and her face darkened. She quickly recomposed herself and said, “yeah, I’ve heard of her.”
“You have?”
“Oh yes, everyone says that she is super smart! Yet, if she’s so smart maybe how doesn’t she know how much you care about her? Maybe she should see how attractive you are and how kind! She should notice these things if she’s really that smart. I know that I see them.” Then Ally leaned in kissed him on the lips, drawing away from him slowly. He gazed into her eyes and leaned in for another kiss. She stopped him, “Hey, I think I know a better place where we can finish talking.”
Chapter 4: Life Is Lonely With No Friends
Gabriella sat in her room fast at work. She was seated at her wooden desk; her lamp hovered over her Calculus notes which were scattered everywhere. She bent down to study her notes more closely as if she word absorb material better when she her nose was an inch away from the page.
“Gaby, it’s time for dinner!” A voice called from downstairs.
“Coming,” Gabriella responded without movement. She needed to just finish studying this last problem. However, nothing was coming to her. She just stared blankly at the problem, which was a problem.
“Gaby, it’s time for dinner!!!” the voice repeated.
Sighing Gabriella responded, “coming!”
She gave up on the problem. She shut her books with annoyance; she was like a lacrosse player who threw her stick down after losing a game. But for Gabriella, victory was not winning a game; victory was defeating every math problem thrown her way. Gabriella got up from her desk and hurried herself downstairs. Admittedly, she was fairly hungry.
She entered the modern looking kitchen with delight because she could smell fresh fettuccini alfredo. Gabriella’s family was half Italian and thus indulged themselves with delicious Italian meals. Gabriella grabbed a plate and served herself a heaping helping of goodness.
As Gabriella sat down, her mother asked, “isn’t Wesley coming over for dinner?”
Looking up slowly from her dish, Gabriella responded, “No, he’s not.”
“Why not? He always comes over on Friday.”
“I don’t know, Mom.”
“Is he
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