I put down my pencil as Lady Gaga's "Yoü and I" blared from my cell phone. I picked it up and read over the Caller ID. Kirby. Sighing, I put the phone to my ear. "Yo, Kirbz? Listen, I am failing Calculus with a 57% so I really need to study."
On the other end, I heard Kirby groan. "Are you fucking with me? Trevor just called me again, the pervert."
My eyebrow arch and I felt my chest flood with anger. "What? Why is he calling you?"
"I don't know," Kirby replied. "Dammit, he's really starting to get on my nerves, the… the pervert." She huffed, and I sensed her rolling her eyes.
I set my Calculus textbook down on my bed and stood up, crossing my left arm underneath the arm that was holding my phone to my ear. "This is getting ridiculous. Why the hell won't he leave me alone?"
"Well… technically he is," Kirby explained. "He called me…" The definition of a senseless blonde right there.
I rolled my eyes. "I'm seriously considering tying cinderblocks to his feet and sinking him to the bottom of the river at the edge of town."
"Hey, that'll get you remembered!" Kirby chuckled.
"No, I don't want to be remembered that way," I explained. "I just… I don't know. I want my name to be remembered as something—"
"You're boring me," Kirby interrupted. "Back to Trevor. So are you gonna tell him off tomorrow?"
I shrugged. "Probably not. He's got the whole football team on his side, plus that bitch Jenny Randall, and she can do some damage to me."
"True dat." I sensed her eyes rolling again. "What are you gonna do then?"
I yawned and checked my watch. 9:57. I responded into the phone, "I don't know, but I'll think about it. In the meantime, I really need to study for the final tomorrow. I refuse to be put back in Watanabe's Calculus class. "
"You're such a party pooper," Kirby complained. "But as you wish, master. I'll go disturb Olivia. See ya tomorrow, girlie."
I laughed. "Okay. Bye, Kirby." I hung up my cell and set it back down on my nightstand. I picked up my textbook and sat down on my bed again, going over the pointless x's and y's over and over again until a knock at my window startled me out of my thinking. I glanced up at my bedroom window to see my best male friend, Robbie Mercer. He gave me a charming smile and gestured for me to let him in. I stood up and walked over to the window, undoing the latch and opening it. "Hey," I greeted. "Wanna come help me study?" Damn, he'd better not tell Kirby.
Robbie nodded. "Sure. Watanabe's class?" he asked, climbing in.
I nodded, rolling my eyes. "The most difficult class the students of Woodsboro have ever had the displeasure of being forced to go to."
Robbie and I walked over to my bed and sat down. I started to grab my textbook, and so did he. I giggled and looked up at him. A nervous grin spread over his face and he looked at me. "I'm guessing you were gonna get it?"
I laughed. "Yeah, but you can go ahead. Believe me, that's the last thing I want on my bed. It's only there because it has to be."
Robbie chuckled. "Okay." He picked it up, and we sat down.
My phone started ringing again. I groaned and picked it up. The Caller ID said Olivia. Growling, I put it to my ear. "Yes, Olivia? Didn't Kirby tell you about Calculus?"
"Kirby hasn't talked to me…" Olivia informed me on the other end. "I was calling to say Trevor just called me… for the third time tonight."
I rolled my eyes and jumped up. "Tell him to piss the fuck off! Jeez, what's his problem?" I looked down. Robbie was interested now. He had propped himself up with his elbow and was watching me and listening to what I was saying. He looked like a cute little bunny rabbit.
"Jill, I was that nice the first time," said Olivia. "The second and third time, I told him some stuff I'd rather not repeat to you."
I walked over to my window and looked across the street. Olivia was looking back at me out her window. She waved. "Is that Robbie Mercer on your bed?"
"Yeah," I responded. "He's helping me study."
"Since when are you friends with Robbie Mercer?"
I raised an eyebrow. "Umm… since sixth grade? Jeez, where have you been? Oh, yeah, I forgot. You've been too busy being a slut."
Olivia growled. "Bite me."
I smirked. "Which nipple?"
Olivia squeaked—she was holding back a laugh, I could tell. She quickly said, "Bye!" and hung up, the bitch. But I love her.
I hung up and walked back over to the bed. "So… where were we?"
Robbie grinned. "That was so cliched."
I made a face. "What are you talking about?"
"In every movie, somebody always says—"
I cut him off with, "But this isn't a movie." I winked at him. "This is real. I'm real."
Robbie chuckled. "Yes, you are. You have the most developed personality I've ever seen."
I laughed. "Awe, Robbie! I might just give you a big kiss!"
Robbie made a face. "No thanks…"
My heart dropped ten miles south of the equator. I mean, it's not like I like Robbie or anything, it's just… he acted a little grossed out.
I don't like Robbie. I mean, I just… don't.
And I mean, he could've I DON'T LIKE ROBBIE.
I laughed as best I could. "Come on. Don't act like you don't want it." I winked.
Robbie kinda watched my body for a second, then said, "Umm… yeah." I did not like that.
Remember, I don't like him.
No, I don't.
Oh, my gosh, I do…