Dating the Gangster Nerd

Chapter Six

I've heard every footsteps each day from night, midnight and morning. They were si busy things preparing and some organizers coming in and out for plans or other addition of design. The nearer my ny birthday comes, the hectic and busier my parents.

My sister was on her room all day to study for her exam. She haven't leave the room with the day, and just spend there to study and study. It's not like she's not allowed to fail but for her she doesn't allowed herself to fail, that's why she's taking it hard to pass, and belong in the top list, a very consistent to be on the first while me? Contented to what I just received.

That's why my parents take all the preparations while they only ask my sister the color theme, which is blue.

I've heard them jn the living room talking about how long the cake. I've realized that all in my life I was raised to celebrate everything with a quick snooze. In just a quick decision, they can just celebrate my birthday in a one snap. The last year, we celebrate it somewhere, and we just ended it nto even staying for long for some I don't know reasons. In my entire life, I have never encountered anything that required long-time preparation.

After I prepared my food. I started to leave the house, and stayed in the school, atleast I have things to do, not academically but just to divert my mind.

I went in the school, and there's no serious class. I went the room, and saw everyone talking abf having conversation loudly.

I saw Savanah sleeping in our desk, and so I sea while trying to caress her back.

"Savanah... wake up... Savanah, wake up. Savanah-" My lips parted when she snores hard. I frowned. She doesn't snore or unless she's not Savanah or she haven't sleep yesterday. I stood up, and bend a little so that I could see her since she was leaning and facing on the left side while I'm sitting in the right side area.

I chuckled while seeing her beautifully soundly sleeping. "Hmm..." I hummed. "I wonder what you did last night."

I went back o my chair, and get a piece of my sticky notes. I stared writing there. "I'm going to the library."

I put it on my table.

I stood up while walking to the library. I don't want to stay in the room. Even I want to be in a very loud group but hearing different loud voice with my classmates sometimes kinda irritating. and, also if we keep on thinking about it it will only destroy our thoughts, and even would ruin our day. It will keep replaying, and replaying, and stab us every seconds we breath.

It wasn't crowded. There are only few people in the ground floor while in the second loft room where is crowded, and already full. They love the second room where the students can do anything ofcourse not something s****l, since CCTV is just around, they can just do what they want away from the librarian, since the librarian stays only in the ground floor.

I signed in my name.

This the quietest place, so far.

I quickly went to the three rows of pile standee where books are. I just pick them, and start putting my thing. I place the book infront of me, and get put my phone behind my book, hiding.

I darted my eyes to the librarian, and she's busy checking the record thing now after a new student signed in. I roamed my eyes around, and saw everyone were so busy, reading.

Indeed, this is the peaceful and serene place except in exam time, where everyone would stay here like it was their favorite spot to study.

“Maybe I should build my own library in my room but…" I sighed. I chucked when I remembered something." I don’t like reading long and thick books at all…Yes, you’re so lazy to even open the book.” I whispered under my breath. Just erase that thoughts, and just waste another money.

I played video clips on my phone. I've heard the opposite of me, moved but my eyes darted to new message that just came in ny phone. The profile button was so familiar. A new message came from a certain person.

“Race, tonight. Are you free?”

I stopped the video. I bit my lips while thinking of Arthur's message. I’m sure I needed to unwind at my birthday because I knew it wouldn't be a great birthday for me. I have to be good girl to sneak that night.

Even though that I was bothered and thinking but I let my hand decided. I typed in my reply. “I wanted to but can’t. I have to be good girl. Just give me slot for Aug. 16. The day after my birthday.”

However, I now regret making a hasty choice. My hands feel clammy as I want reply again. I want to reply, go. I should go and enjoy the ride but I stopped myself. Racing tonight would be good but for sure that would be my last race. I should just let my birthday pass.

I went to illegal racing for the first time way back when I was in grade 7. The feeling was always the same throughout the years. I feel so disappointed and hurt every birthdays, and I need something to forget the pain in my not so good birthday expectation.

"It'd be fun.” He texted me once again, "Just sneak and disappear for an hour."

My attention was drawn to the message. I wanted to go because I hadn't felt the fresh air in a while the feeling of pursuing danger, which may sound strange yet is heartwarming, and good to the heart.

"Cellphones are not allowed in this area." I heard a chilly voice say. I raise my head, and noticed that someone steamed across from me.

It was the nerd. I didn't even noticed that he's here.

He is talking to me? I roamed my eyes side by side, and went back to him and he's still looking at me coldly. He lazily darted his eyes on me.

I sighed. “I’m not bringing my cellphone here.” I lied, ofcourse. He smirk. His eyes moved lower to to my book like as if knew.

“Liar.” He commented.

I. smiled. "I'm not, actually." I proudly point my lips at my book and grinned at him. "I'm not really lying, Dario,"

My smile faded away as he stared at me and his eyes turned dark, and darker.

What did I do?

“My name is Dan Rio not Dario.” He uttered unfriendly, leaving me breathless.

My lips parted, and realized of what I just said. Students used call him Dario, I know his name is so old but it wasn't his really real name? The way he looks at me, it seems like calling his name was a mistake.

"It wasn't Dario. Students call me that because they find it... funny."

I was too stunned, and my lips were trembling what words next to come.

I nodded at him. "I'm sorry..." I said very slowly. I don't even hear my own voice. I think hr can just read my mouth, and that's okay, atleast I know his name now, and reprimand tondo it again.

I just wish that this library would open an above and the birds will take me away from here. People called him that but he never complaint or whatever, but why does when I missed said it like it was the end of me.. How unfair!

He just went silent, and nod to students who called him politely in his name.

Damn, Dan Rio not Dario.

I’m really going to pull Santina’s hair once she will be back in Dumas Institute College. She was the one spreading that nerd’s name is Dario. I just realized that Sabrina is bully and love to tease people she is doesn't like.

I cleared my throat, and still try to smile. He won’t kill me right?

“Anyway,” I said, attempting to regain my confidence, "I've always loved to read-" I stopped when his lips slightly raised and he grinned, as if he knew.

“Really?” he said now amused. He smirk, “Then why I’m seeing it in your eyes that you’re lying. The way your screen reflect brightly to your eyes.” He grinned. “Texting your boyfriend?”

He had a grating victory grin on his face. I smiled at him menacing, and looked at him deadly as I put my book down, revealing the phone I had in my hands.

Okay, he won.

“All right, you win, but see this?” I said with controlled madness. I extend my hands while letting him see my messages. “See? I’m not texting my boyfriend. This is my friend, see? We are talking about race, and race.”

“Arthur? He asked quietly, "Is that your friend. I nodded before returning to my seat.

“Yes,” I proudly replied. At least now that he is speaking to me, he is talking about me in any way. He didn't not even mention the times we saved him.

He asked, “What kind of friend he is and-

I stopped him, and smiled. "He was always there for me, even in the worst-

He cut me off, “Not that.”

“Huh?” I murmured. What not that?

“What kind of friend is he when he was the one pursuing you to sneak behind the back of your parents?” He asked.

I went silent.

It was slapping the truth.

I never considered Arthur as the bad influence. He tried to comfort me the way he can, and I think no one should judge the way they are.

“I believe that is no longer a concern of yours. He knows that I love racing." I answered and he stared at me like it wa an bullshit. Why?

"Why?" I asked him irrational. "What if you wind up becoming my boyfriend? Would you prevent me from meeting them, being friends with them, or ordering me to stop racing?” I asked him seriously.

I noticed how his eyes starred at me with judgment. It was his turn become silent. I'm sure he will stopped me. Men are so possessive.

He looked away, and didn't answer.

My previous flings and boyfriends forewarned me about becoming friends with Arthur. They want me to stay inside and not wear this short top, this beautiful shirt, or anything else that makes me feel more constricted. I want freedom. I want something to imitate home. Their possessiveness and protecting me hard slip me away from their hands and life.

They want to keep me seriously form their selves that they didn't care that being free is the only happiness I could have.

I wonder what kind of boyfriend the nerd is. He's boring and dull. I used to date all the cool men and the warm men, I wonder what he is when he's my boyfriend.

Will we read the book each day, boringly? Will we just spend the day not talking ot each other or just sitting each other without talking? Does he know to kiss? He knows to treat o date a woman? How will he know when some of the women who secretly went to him, he reject them quickly.

The nerd went silent. He bowed down, and continue reading. I gazed at him.

I wonder how will I feel when his going to be my boyfriend. The childish on me, kicks in, and so I kick the nerds chair behind the table.

He looked at me. I grabbed that chance, and smirk. "Do you want to be my boyfriend?"

His eyes looked at me more even bored. Everyone wants to be my boyfriend. Don't tell me he's not everyone! I mean everyone wants a girlfriend.

My eyes were busy roaming his eyes but his eyes didn't change. It didn't even moved any emotion.

"Do you want to be my boyfriend?" I asked softly. I didn't know why it sounded so pure.

He slowly raise his head. I thought his going to say yes but he shake his head. "Not interested." He uttered.