Page 9 of My Rules for Revenge
Luna's eyes darted around the room as she stayed quiet.
“Hey, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it. I just wanted to give you this.”
I passed the sunflower over to her as she reluctantly received it. She seemed confused as she inspected it.
“Oh, wow! Thanks. This is nice,” she replied quietly.
“Yeah, you’re welcome.”
I inched closer to her.
“Hey, if you want to do something with me, don’t be shy—I feel the same way,” I whispered seductively.
“What are you talking about? Why are you whispering?” she asked.
I gave her the best sensual look I could muster up and stared straight into her eyes.
“You know.”
Suddenly, the color drained from her face as she placed down the sunflower and the PC support ticket.
“I’m so sorry, Jacob. No. Just no. I don’t understand why you’re saying all that.”
“What do you mean, you don’t understand? I’m making things perfectly clear. What’s your problem? You said you didn’t have a boyfriend,” I pointed out.
Just then, we heard a loud bang that came from the desk. Carlos hit his head like a complete moron and ruined my moment of romance.
“Whatever. Please fix Ms. Leslie’s printer,” she requested as she slithered away.
“Wait, just chill out. Come back!” I exclaimed.
It was no use—she was long gone. I threw a chair across the room in frustration. Carlos slowly popped up from behind the desk.
“So, how’d it go?” Carlos asked.
“How do you think it went, genius?”
“Badly, I suppose,” Carlos replied.
“No surprise there.”
Carlos walked towards me and picked up the sunflower.
“I can’t believe she rejected your sunflower. She loves them. We did the research.”
“I bet if she had received it from one of those annoying-ass jocks, she would’ve loved it. The girls at this school are snobby bitches,” I hissed.
“You knew that already. Why do you even try anymore?” Carlos asked.
I had thought about this very question before. Why did I even try? My great efforts in winning these girls over always produced the same disastrous results. I concluded that they were all ungrateful bitches and that since I was a “nerd,” I was automatically discriminated against.
I blamed the jocks. I just knew that they’d talked shit about us to the girls at this school. We had no chance, but I just had to keep trying. I figured that there had to be at least one lucky girl who would appreciate my grand, romantic gestures.
“I’ll tell you the truth, Carlos. I wanna get laid.”
“You can always get laid when you get to college,” Carlos replied.
“I need experience before I throw myself at those crazy college hoes. They’ll think I’m a complete loser if I’m still a virgin by then.”
