Love from the Drumming Neanderthal: Chapter 20
We just got a new printer. It’s pretty exciting because we had no working printer for months.
Anyways, this is a survey I saw two people do so without further ado….
Ask me my top five of anything, and I will reply and then ask you the same. Hee hee hee!
With a bandage the size of California, and a miserable headache due to lack of sleep, I stuff down some breakfast and head off for school.
“Did you know that the center of your tongue has absolutely no taste buds?”
“Morning, Clark.” I sit down next to him, as he retails a stream of random facts.
“Also, the term ‘Yo-Yo’ means ‘come-come’ in Swahili.”
“That’s nice.”
“I heard that when a queen bee lays an unfertilized egg, it will be a male offspring.”
“Uh huh.”
“God, Remundo. What’s wrong with you? You usually love my tidbits.”
“It’s nothing .” I look away from Clark. Even though he’s blind, he can still tell if he has your eye contact.
“Remundo,” He lowers his voice and crosses his arms, “Come on, tell me what’s on your mind.”
“Well,”
“Hmmm?”
“Well, there’s this girl.”
“Oooooh!”
“Hey, be quiet!” I can’t help smiling a little.
“What’s her name?”
“I can’t tell you that!”
“Yes you can. In fact, you have to, it’s law.”
“It is not!”
“Just tell me who it is.”
“All right, you know Madeline, from the bowling trip?”
“Sure I do. You don’t have a crush on her do you?”
“NO! She has a crush on me.”
“WHAT?”
“She even kissed me yesterday!”
“You’re kidding me!”
“Nope.” It’s strange that I can gossip with Clark like this, when I would never have done so back in New York.
“WOW!” Clark gives a whistle and kicks his seat. “You’re dating the girl that just dumped Jacob. Talk about cold.”
“HEY! I never said I was dating her.”
“Yeah, sure.” Clark gives a snort. “She just happened to kiss you because she felt like being nice.”
“I don’t like Madeline!” I shout. The chatter behind us hushes for a moment, but then continues when I refuse to shout more.
“Really?”
“Clark, when we were bowling, didn’t I say that I thought Madeline was kind of fake. I mean, look how mean she was to Jacob.” Clark shrugs.
“He broke her heart. The guy was too shy to admit he liked her. Therefore, she left him.”
“Jacob never liked Madeline.” I state. “He was only dating her so she’d join the band.”
“That’s what he claims.” Clark grins. “Some people just can’t say they like someone.” And again, even though he’s blind, Clark somehow catches my eye.
“Wait, you don’t think? I told you, I don’t like Madeline!”
“Sure you don’t.” He pushes his voice up an octave and mocks, “Jacob definitely doesn’t like Madeline. Poor thing, now I, the beautiful Remundo can steel her heart.”
“I didn’t say that!”
“Well, that’s the basic idea.”
“Clark, I can’t stand Madeline. She dolls herself up like a model, she’s rude, and she lies. She even pretended I gave her a necklace so I’d go out with her.”
“Huh?”
“Yep.” The idea has been swarming in my mind all night, and I take a breath before spewing it out. “Madeline wants me to lie and tell her I did give her the necklace, even though she gave it to herself, therefore, she has an excuse to date me. She wants me to say ‘Oh yeah, I gave you that necklace’ even though I didn’t.”
Clark laughs. “You know, I wouldn’t put it past her.”
“Exactly!”
By the time we arrive at school, I’ve told Clark the entire synopsis of the band rehearsal. He feels the bandage around my thumb and gives a sympathetic groan when I tell him how Madeline greeted me at my house.
“God, if she isn’t the she-devil, I don’t know who is.” He finally admits. “I see why you can’t stand the lady.”
We slump into Math, continuing our discussion until Jacob steps in.
“Hi Jacob!” I wave to him. He gives a half wave back, then sits on Clark’s other side, without looking at me.
“You feeling all right?” I ask. Jacob shrugs, pulls out his math homework and begins doodling.
Great, just what I need. Jacob hates me. I pull out my homework as well and wait for the class to begin.
Afterwards, I stay by the door for a few moments, in order to catch Jacob before his next hour. When I see his dark head of silky hair and angular eyebrows, I grab his wrist.
“Listen Jacob, we need to talk.” I swallow my heart beat and try to get him to look at me with more arm tugs.
“What is it?” He says, staring at his now shuffling feet.
“Jacob, I want you to know that I have absolutely no feelings for Madeline.”
He pulls his eyes from the floor and looks into mine. Their shocking blue reflects my timid face.
“You have no feeling for Madeline?” He says quietly.
“That’s right.”
“How am I supposed to believe that?”
“Jacob! She might be interested in me, but believe me, I can’t stand her.”
Jacob sighs, then nods and pulls his arm away.
“Well, I’ll be seeing you, Remundo.” He brushes past me, with no look back and no usual friendly wave.
Anyways, this is a survey I saw two people do so without further ado….
Ask me my top five of anything, and I will reply and then ask you the same. Hee hee hee!
With a bandage the size of California, and a miserable headache due to lack of sleep, I stuff down some breakfast and head off for school.
“Did you know that the center of your tongue has absolutely no taste buds?”
“Morning, Clark.” I sit down next to him, as he retails a stream of random facts.
“Also, the term ‘Yo-Yo’ means ‘come-come’ in Swahili.”
“That’s nice.”
“I heard that when a queen bee lays an unfertilized egg, it will be a male offspring.”
“Uh huh.”
“God, Remundo. What’s wrong with you? You usually love my tidbits.”
“It’s nothing .” I look away from Clark. Even though he’s blind, he can still tell if he has your eye contact.
“Remundo,” He lowers his voice and crosses his arms, “Come on, tell me what’s on your mind.”
“Well,”
“Hmmm?”
“Well, there’s this girl.”
“Oooooh!”
“Hey, be quiet!” I can’t help smiling a little.
“What’s her name?”
“I can’t tell you that!”
“Yes you can. In fact, you have to, it’s law.”
“It is not!”
“Just tell me who it is.”
“All right, you know Madeline, from the bowling trip?”
“Sure I do. You don’t have a crush on her do you?”
“NO! She has a crush on me.”
“WHAT?”
“She even kissed me yesterday!”
“You’re kidding me!”
“Nope.” It’s strange that I can gossip with Clark like this, when I would never have done so back in New York.
“WOW!” Clark gives a whistle and kicks his seat. “You’re dating the girl that just dumped Jacob. Talk about cold.”
“HEY! I never said I was dating her.”
“Yeah, sure.” Clark gives a snort. “She just happened to kiss you because she felt like being nice.”
“I don’t like Madeline!” I shout. The chatter behind us hushes for a moment, but then continues when I refuse to shout more.
“Really?”
“Clark, when we were bowling, didn’t I say that I thought Madeline was kind of fake. I mean, look how mean she was to Jacob.” Clark shrugs.
“He broke her heart. The guy was too shy to admit he liked her. Therefore, she left him.”
“Jacob never liked Madeline.” I state. “He was only dating her so she’d join the band.”
“That’s what he claims.” Clark grins. “Some people just can’t say they like someone.” And again, even though he’s blind, Clark somehow catches my eye.
“Wait, you don’t think? I told you, I don’t like Madeline!”
“Sure you don’t.” He pushes his voice up an octave and mocks, “Jacob definitely doesn’t like Madeline. Poor thing, now I, the beautiful Remundo can steel her heart.”
“I didn’t say that!”
“Well, that’s the basic idea.”
“Clark, I can’t stand Madeline. She dolls herself up like a model, she’s rude, and she lies. She even pretended I gave her a necklace so I’d go out with her.”
“Huh?”
“Yep.” The idea has been swarming in my mind all night, and I take a breath before spewing it out. “Madeline wants me to lie and tell her I did give her the necklace, even though she gave it to herself, therefore, she has an excuse to date me. She wants me to say ‘Oh yeah, I gave you that necklace’ even though I didn’t.”
Clark laughs. “You know, I wouldn’t put it past her.”
“Exactly!”
By the time we arrive at school, I’ve told Clark the entire synopsis of the band rehearsal. He feels the bandage around my thumb and gives a sympathetic groan when I tell him how Madeline greeted me at my house.
“God, if she isn’t the she-devil, I don’t know who is.” He finally admits. “I see why you can’t stand the lady.”
We slump into Math, continuing our discussion until Jacob steps in.
“Hi Jacob!” I wave to him. He gives a half wave back, then sits on Clark’s other side, without looking at me.
“You feeling all right?” I ask. Jacob shrugs, pulls out his math homework and begins doodling.
Great, just what I need. Jacob hates me. I pull out my homework as well and wait for the class to begin.
Afterwards, I stay by the door for a few moments, in order to catch Jacob before his next hour. When I see his dark head of silky hair and angular eyebrows, I grab his wrist.
“Listen Jacob, we need to talk.” I swallow my heart beat and try to get him to look at me with more arm tugs.
“What is it?” He says, staring at his now shuffling feet.
“Jacob, I want you to know that I have absolutely no feelings for Madeline.”
He pulls his eyes from the floor and looks into mine. Their shocking blue reflects my timid face.
“You have no feeling for Madeline?” He says quietly.
“That’s right.”
“How am I supposed to believe that?”
“Jacob! She might be interested in me, but believe me, I can’t stand her.”
Jacob sighs, then nods and pulls his arm away.
“Well, I’ll be seeing you, Remundo.” He brushes past me, with no look back and no usual friendly wave.