Page 53 of The Perfect Spiral
What is happening? Images of me are all over the screen. Is that what I actually look like? The image of us at the football game, me realizing I was on the big screen and smiling down at him.
He had a red tint on his cheeks smiling up at me. Another one of him sitting on the fence talking to me after the game and wewere smiling at each other.
God, this is not looking very good for me right now. I don’t want to be known for this, I didn’t ask for any of this!
The picture of him kissing my cheek came up on the screen with ’KNOX’S NEW GIRL?’ written in bold writing across the screen.
Comments from fans on Twitter were coming up on the screen, some of them were nice, others, not so much. The photo of us staring into each other’s eyes is the one that is left on the screen for a while.
I listen back to the show, “Look at the way he looks at her, there’s definitely something there between them. He’s not the type to just go for anyone, so she must mean a lot to him.
I believe he really loves her and that she’s not just a new fling. They’ve known each other since they were young kids, it only makes sense. It’s like he’s been waiting for her.”
Well, you believe wrong there... Stacey. If that is your real name!
They’re reading so much into this.
I know it looks bad, but it’s not like that! He doesn’t see me like that!
Dammit, this is so frustrating!
Walking back to the kitchen to help Andy. I need to keep my mind away from all of this. My thoughts are racing in my head, in case you can’t tell!
I will ignore everyone today and sleep it all off. Sleeping solves everything, right?
Nodding to myself, pursing my lips. Sleep it is!
Chapter 20
The past two and a half weeks have been a whirlwind of stressand chaos, largely due to Andy’s constant panic attacks.
Our exams have been in full swing for the past week or so. While I’m breezing through mine, thanks to my natural aptitude and genetic predisposition, Andy is a different story. She’s the type of girl who procrastinates until the eleventh hour.
I feel like I’m practically enrolled in her course. I spend so much time teaching her the material from her own syllabus.
Learning has always come easily to me. When I was younger, I used to get frustrated because I couldn’t understand why others couldn’t keep up with my pace of thinking.
So, I would often get bored in class, which inevitably landed me in trouble. That’s how they realized I was different from the other kids.
When I was nine, I was moved up to Kyle’s class because of my intelligence. Kyle despised it because he was always compared to me.
The school suggested that my mom let me skip a few more grades, but she refused. Truth be told, I didn’t study much when I was in school, because I had a knack for remembering everything I read the first time I read it.
Word for word. It was a handy skill. I’ve never failed a test in my life, even when I didn’t study for it. But being smart didn’t just land me in trouble at school—it also caused problems at home.
I used to hold study groups with Kyle and his friends because I was tasked with tutoring half of them. But I never really understood why I had to, considering their best friend was the second-best academically in the school?
Yes, Knox was second best, I was first. He was never going to claim that title. Plus, Knox was always part of the study group. I don’t know why he didn’t tutor them?
He used to get annoyed over the fact he wasn’t first because he was the big hotshot quarterback and felt he had to be the best in school too, so he would get super competitive with me.
It was amusing, though, no matter how hard he tried, he could at best match my grades, but never surpass them. I usually scored full marks every time.
We used to bicker and tease each other over this. Our moms liked to call it flirting and bonding, but we just enjoyed riling each other up over it. It was like a verbal food fight.
I know what you’re thinking. Was he the typical high school jock? My answer is yes, but he was friends with everyone, and I mean everyone. That was the one thing I was never good at.
Talking to people, where he nailed it on the head. When I first became friends with him, all the girls would only befriend me to get closer to him, my brother, and the rest of the pack.
