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Thursday: "I'm Not a Creep, Just a Weirdo" by MV

Chapter One

So here I am, parked across the street from his house and staring at him and his current little fling through his bedroom window. I knew he would forget to close his blinds, he always does. I squinted and saw him mouth the words to the song “Dirty Little Secret” to her as he laughed and leaned over her. Pfft. Dirty little secret my ass. I know everything.

My boyfriend wasn’t exactly stealthy when it came to cheating on me. He’s done it multiple times, but I’ve never confronted him. Why should I? It was much more amusing to watch him squirm when I hinted that I knew, but never exactly told him. Poor boy. I’m pretty sure the only reason he puts up with me is because I’m pretty. And damn smart. But with those things comes a price, and I’ll admit it, I’m a bit of a weirdie.

‘Eccentric’ was the word used by the school counselor, but I know they all think I’m crazy. I’m not crazy; I know perfectly well that what I’m doing isn’t normal behavior for an eighteen year old girl. But what else can I do with my time?

Anyway, I can see clothes starting to fly so I put down my binoculars and sigh. I put another tally mark in my book and closed it before sitting back into the seat. I glanced over to the house I was parked directly in front of and noticed a boy from school open the door, grab the newspaper, give me a disapproving head shake, and then go back inside.

Huh. With my powers of observation, you’d think I’d have seen him before.

“Emma! I’m tired of spying on your cheating boyfriend. Can we go home now?” I turned to the back seat where my best friend, Kenneth, was drawing all over them in sharpie. The whole backseat was covered in his drawings, but I didn’t mind. I did mind that he thought he lived with me.

“That dog looks ugly.” He scowled and stuck his tongue out at me before sulking like a child in the backseat. And he was twenty. And the owner of a rather successful small business. But still sulked like a child.

I laughed and rolled my eyes, taking in a deep breath of sharpie fumes. “You know that kills brain cells.” Oh I knew. Maybe that was my ultimate goal in life.

—

“Amelina Lee!” I kept my head down and moved my eyes up to see my teacher looming over me.

“Yessir?”

“Can you answer the question?”

“What question?”

“The one I asked.”

“You didn’t ask a question.”

“Yes I did.”

“No you didn’t.”

“Don’t sass me!”

“I wasn’t sassing you, I was stating something.” And so on and so forth. This happened every day in class since the beginning of school. Didn’t he understand I would always win? We get into a little roundabout then he gives a speech about the importance of paying attention until class is over. I’m sure someone there appreciates my suffering.

While he was ranting, I lifted my head up and saw the boy who gives me disapproving nods and I recognize who he is. He’s the Boy In the Green Jacket! Or BIG J as I like to refer to him as. The funny thing is that his name is Jacob too.

The bell rings and everyone leaves in the middle of his speech. As always, I’m the last out of class. But BIG J was waiting for me outside and pulled me to the side.

“Why do you do things like that?”

“Because. It makes life a little interesting.” I started playing with my hair and frowned at some split ends I found.

“Like how your supposéd boyfriend is making out with another girl at his locker?” I turned to the direction he was pointing and frowned. Damn. Right in public too. There goes all my stalking fun. Now I have to break up with him or people will think I’m desperate.

“Robert!” I shrieked from my position. I stomped mock angrily towards him and ripped the other girl off of him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She wiped her mouth (because he had a saliva gland problem. Most people put up with that because he was hot. But I only let him kiss me after he was entertaining.) and growled at me angrily.

“He doesn’t want you bitch!” She looked particularly smug until I kicked her into the locker. Then she passed out.

I turned around, still more amused then actually angry, and glared at Robert. Sure he was attractive, but the boy had the brains of a rock. But that’s rather insulting to rocks because they can at least hide something.

“Damn it, you weren’t supposed to know! I swear, I’m so sorry baby!” I flinched when he tried to hug me. Not only because he’s repulsive, and the fact that he was drooling, but I just didn’t like people touching me.

“Right. Save it for someone who cares you cheating asshole!” There was a disappointment in my voice, but only because I had no one to stalk in my free time now. Great. Now what was I supposed to do?

“You can’t talk to him that way!” Ugh. This was starting to be a little bit more trouble than I wanted. Sure my parents would bail me out because I apparently had a medical condition I didn’t know about, but still.

The girl launched herself at me and I just bent down low and hit her across the stomach hard enough to collapse her. Girls. I swear. Well, I’m a girl but these girls are just plain stupid. I mean, would you pick a fight with someone who had just knocked you into a locker with a single kick? If you were me you might, but you’re probably not.

The crowd was huge around us and I knew the administrators were coming so I just turned around and left, passing a stunned BIG J on the way. I smiled at him and sang under my breath, “I’ll keep you my dirty little secret…”

—

I was pulled out of class later and questioned by admins. I was grilled and reprimanded, but left with nothing more than the usual slap on the wrist. Will I ever be punished properly? At this rate, I could probably lay waste to half the school and maybe get a detention. Maybe.

Kenneth was the aid in the discipline office for that period and shook his head as I was leaving. “You get your kicks in an odd way Emma.” I shrugged and smiled. It depressed me a little bit that I wasn’t treated normal, but sometimes it had its perks.

I didn’t go straight back to class, instead, I took a detour to the lobby where the vending machines were and got myself a snack to eat. While I was finishing my drink in front of the machine, I glanced at my distorted reflection.

I guess I was sort of pretty. My hair was long, a little bit past my shoulders, and black. I dyed the under part of my hair bleach blonde because I was bored one day. I wore a lot of eyeliner. A lot. I liked to draw it on thick because it made me eyes look less small. I remember I used to trim my eyelashes because I thought they were too short so they would grow. I ended up just wearing a lot of mascara.

The coke machine gave a red tint to my skin that was unusually pale for living in Texas. And I spent most of my time outside too. I think that there’s something wrong with the melanin in my skin.

I was short. Well, maybe not short, I was only five foot four so I guess I was kinda short? I dunno. I was, compared to the other people at this school. Oh poo.

The bell rang, and I stood next to the vending machines, watching the people flood out of the school. It was a good fifteen minutes before the halls were empty except for the few straying students and teachers running errand after school.

I wandered back to the classroom and saw BIG J standing outside, leaning against the wall next to the door, holding my things for me.

I smiled as I approached him. Hello new stalkee.