look for a reasonable answer. "I don't know…I saw you start solving the problem with such ease."
Her grin grew wider, and I immediately kicked my inner-self for complimenting such a woman. I should've guessed she wasn't the type of person to blush and mouth a small, shy 'thanks' when complimented. People like her shove their talents and achievements into other people's faces. Who could blame her? She was surrounded 24/7 by people like Blake and Nathan, but Nathan always made up for it since I knew every time he took pride in himself, it was always just a way of his to make me laugh, so I couldn't really blame him. He was egotistical for me. Ha-Ha.
"I guessed I'm used to it."
"But how come you're not part of the Math team?" I asked, still sitting on the computer chair with my pencil in my left hand (yes, I'm left-handed), while my right tried to stop the paper from flying.
She widened her eyes at me, before she sent me a laugh that gave me the feeling she thought of me as an 'innocent'. "That's social suicide, my dear."
I laughed at her answer, before I nodded repeatedly to myself. Though I'm not one to put importance to the social hierarchy of High School since I've been home-schooled ever since I started my modeling career, Cindy had a point, and I agreed with her.
"Isn't being part of the Debate Team social suicide as well?" I asked her, as I Indian-sat on the big comfy chair.
She pondered my question carefully, before she nodded her head. "Kind of, but not really. I mean the reason I even got to debate was because of my tongue…"
She said as she laughed, before she took a seat on the couch nearby. She lay down on the three-seater before she continued.
"I know it sounds very nerdy, but last year I got into a fight with this classmate of mine, and we started arguing about something politics-related…our speech teacher saw us, and was apparently amazed with my comebacks because they were very factual…like I'd been watching the news or something…"
I nodded at each sentence she finished, and I, surprisingly on my part, found out that I was actually interested with the things she was saying. Politics…I never found fascinating, but the reason she got into the Debate Team…classic.
"So yeah…she gave me detention because she saw me slap the girl's face, but after that she told me to come try out for practice."
"Slapping a girl's face…? That's more you." I said with a laugh, as she snickered with me. I stayed seated on my chair, as she continued narrating the events that took place last year when she was a junior.
"So yeah…I auditioned, and I got in, much to the dismay of some people in the team."
I laughed and asked, "Why?"
"Because they were like 'how could someone like her be so smart?' or sometimes 'she has to have some flaws.' or even 'how can a slut be a nerd?'"
I laughed at the latter part of what she said, while I tried not to fall off my seat. She sat up from the couch, and gave me a grin. After so, she gave me a look of suspicion.
"Hey…don't go out of topic. Finish the problems."
I turned my back against her and read the math problem for the millionth time. I just have to focus. Good thing the book was open, so I was able to continue what Cindy started step-by-step. I looked up from the paper and told Cindy I was done. She went over to my place, got the paper, and checked it. A few seconds after, she smiled triumphantly at me.
"You got it correct!" She said, as she took me by surprise with a hug.
I hesitantly embraced her back, before I returned her victorious smile.
"I actually got one problem correct." I said with a deep sigh.
"Maybe models aren't so dumb after all…" She said, teasing me.
I playfully slapped her arm, and in return, she told me to answer the next equation. I exhaled again, before I started to work on a new hell, that of a harder kind.
"Hey, can you check this." I
Her grin grew wider, and I immediately kicked my inner-self for complimenting such a woman. I should've guessed she wasn't the type of person to blush and mouth a small, shy 'thanks' when complimented. People like her shove their talents and achievements into other people's faces. Who could blame her? She was surrounded 24/7 by people like Blake and Nathan, but Nathan always made up for it since I knew every time he took pride in himself, it was always just a way of his to make me laugh, so I couldn't really blame him. He was egotistical for me. Ha-Ha.
"I guessed I'm used to it."
"But how come you're not part of the Math team?" I asked, still sitting on the computer chair with my pencil in my left hand (yes, I'm left-handed), while my right tried to stop the paper from flying.
She widened her eyes at me, before she sent me a laugh that gave me the feeling she thought of me as an 'innocent'. "That's social suicide, my dear."
I laughed at her answer, before I nodded repeatedly to myself. Though I'm not one to put importance to the social hierarchy of High School since I've been home-schooled ever since I started my modeling career, Cindy had a point, and I agreed with her.
"Isn't being part of the Debate Team social suicide as well?" I asked her, as I Indian-sat on the big comfy chair.
She pondered my question carefully, before she nodded her head. "Kind of, but not really. I mean the reason I even got to debate was because of my tongue…"
She said as she laughed, before she took a seat on the couch nearby. She lay down on the three-seater before she continued.
"I know it sounds very nerdy, but last year I got into a fight with this classmate of mine, and we started arguing about something politics-related…our speech teacher saw us, and was apparently amazed with my comebacks because they were very factual…like I'd been watching the news or something…"
I nodded at each sentence she finished, and I, surprisingly on my part, found out that I was actually interested with the things she was saying. Politics…I never found fascinating, but the reason she got into the Debate Team…classic.
"So yeah…she gave me detention because she saw me slap the girl's face, but after that she told me to come try out for practice."
"Slapping a girl's face…? That's more you." I said with a laugh, as she snickered with me. I stayed seated on my chair, as she continued narrating the events that took place last year when she was a junior.
"So yeah…I auditioned, and I got in, much to the dismay of some people in the team."
I laughed and asked, "Why?"
"Because they were like 'how could someone like her be so smart?' or sometimes 'she has to have some flaws.' or even 'how can a slut be a nerd?'"
I laughed at the latter part of what she said, while I tried not to fall off my seat. She sat up from the couch, and gave me a grin. After so, she gave me a look of suspicion.
"Hey…don't go out of topic. Finish the problems."
I turned my back against her and read the math problem for the millionth time. I just have to focus. Good thing the book was open, so I was able to continue what Cindy started step-by-step. I looked up from the paper and told Cindy I was done. She went over to my place, got the paper, and checked it. A few seconds after, she smiled triumphantly at me.
"You got it correct!" She said, as she took me by surprise with a hug.
I hesitantly embraced her back, before I returned her victorious smile.
"I actually got one problem correct." I said with a deep sigh.
"Maybe models aren't so dumb after all…" She said, teasing me.
I playfully slapped her arm, and in return, she told me to answer the next equation. I exhaled again, before I started to work on a new hell, that of a harder kind.
"Hey, can you check this." I
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