8 Ensnared - Part 1 (2/2)
”Hey, why don't you ask Nick to help you out? I think he's pretty good at algebra based on what I've seen.”
”Huuuuuh?!”
”Huuuuuh?!”
They said it in unison. Complete unison.
Was it really that bad of an idea?
”I'm not going anywhere near that incel! Have you lost your mind?!”
”You really are forgetting the ways of the ”Fated Ones”, aren't you? Such a shame… You had so much potential.”
Okay, I get it. They're completely different people. Worlds apart, even. It might just be impossible for them to get along.
But... I can't help but feel like they simply got off on the wrong foot.
Besides, if they do start getting along, then the whole girlfriend teasing might lighten up a bit.
”Sorry Scarlet. The truth is, I'm actually really bad at Algebra so you probably won't get a good grade from me.”
”What, seriously? Gosh…”
She looks away and bites at the nail of her thumb, seeming to seriously reconsider things.
”And Nick, Sig. You guys both got to know both Chris' girlfriend, right? Surely you can do the same for me… please?”
”…”
”Hey man, you know we're just playing around right? We're your nakama.”
”Speak for yourself. These thots can go fake-it-up in some other corner of the classroom for all I care.”
Sig nudges Nick in the gut rather ferociously. I could almost see his eyes pop out.
”… But since you put it that way, I guess I could tolerate her for a while. I mean, what's the harm?”
”Haaa, thanks man. I owe you one.”
”BUT!”
And as he interjects with that phrase, he leans forward and shoves his phone into Scarlet's face, similarly to what he did with me mere moments ago.
”Tell me, what do you think about this image?”
”…”
Oh man. I'm glad those two can't see her face right now.
She looks absolutely revolted by what she's seeing right now.
”… She dresses like a skank.”
”Ehehehe… Gets them everytime.”
He pulls his phone back and the two begin chuckling to themselves.
”Sure, I'll help you out.”
Scarlet looks visibly confused by the events that just unfolded before her.
”Uhhh…”
”Apparently that's a guy. I don't really understand it either, but I don't…”
”What? No it's not. That was a girl.”
Nick and Sig continue their condescending snickering.
”Haaaa, they just don't get it Sig.”
”You can't blame them Nick, normie genes and pleb genes are one and the same after all.”
”Oh my god, you're both so stupid!”
Huh?
What's going on here?
She just yanked the phone from his hand as if it were completely natural.
”Hey! Give that back!”
”Here.”
She sets it down atop the table.
The picture of Astolfo is open for everyone to see.
”If she's a guy, then where's her adam's apple?”
”…”
”…”
Is she… Really going to debate this?
Seriously?
”Don't be ridiculous, it's a part of the art style. Not even most regular guys have adam's apples drawn in.”
Sig comes in with a retort.
”Okay, what about her shoulders then? Guys have broader shoulders after they hit puberty. How come hers are so girly?”
”U-uhhh…”
”Don't worry Sig, I've got this one.”
Nick clears his throat.
”It's the art style, of course. Guys can have girly shoulders if the artist wants them to. God, why can't you normies just appreciate art without questioning everything?”
Good lord. I can actually see her blood vessels visibly popping out of her forehead.
”… Then. Answer me this. Why. Are. Her. Hips. So. Curvy?”
The two pause for a moment, then glance nervously at one another.
”Uh…”
”Uhm…”
”…”
The silence is almost palpable. The two seem completely defeated.
What kind of retort are they going to come up with for this one?
After a while, Nick finally decides to open his mouth.
”It's the ar-”
”LIKE HELL IT IS!”
She chucks the phone outside the window.
”AHH, MY S9!”
Nick dashes almost reflexively the moment his phone is tossed out and jumps straight through the window.
Thankfully we're on the first floor and the ground outside is fairly soft. Unless he's really unlucky he shouldn't have to worry about anything.
”Dude that was not cool!”
Sig rushes after him to make sure everything's okay.
”What the hell was that all about?”
Before I could turn to properly face her, Scarlet grabs my shoulders and looks me dead in the eye.
”Take a hint Chase, I don't care about the home-work. We need to talk in private about something important!”
”Huh? What are you talking about?”
And seriously? Does everything have to be so unnecessarily complicated with you?
”Haaa, it's already too late. We'll talk about it another time, class is starting up soon.”
”Oh, sure…”
With that said, her earlier tension slowly deflates and she makes her way to her seat.
I don't know what she means by something terrible, but I can only hope it has nothing to do with that look Jennifer sent my way yesterday.
I don't think I can deal with whatever that girl has in store for me.