Post by ZACK CHARMING on Apr 19, 2010 20:46:40 GMT -5
"I'm fine. You've big a been help. I... mean... You..."
Zack almost rolled his eyes, but resisted the urge. “Uh, thanks.” And he actually smiled.
But it wasn’t the ferocious, flirtatious, aggressive, seductive grin that he unleashed to the fangirls who scratched and clawed at his every extremity if he ever set foot outside the safety of his dorm room. This was a genuine, authentic, one-of-a-kind Zack Charming smile, the kind he kept hidden beneath the folds of his sneers and jeers, lurking in wait for the one in the world who deserved it. Well, he thought, deserved is more of a transcendental designation that can’t really be applied here. Earned is more the term.
Yes, he decided, running a play-by-play of the past conversation in his head. Real conversation. A real, genuine challenge to his mind. Yes, she had earned the smile. And more too, he realized, as he switched off his iPhone and began to gather his things, erecting the barriers around his mind once again for another long period of frivolous physical activity. Maybe she’d be here when he returned, and this could continue. It had certainly been a wild ride. Maybe. But Zack doubted it.
He stood and made his way toward the door, running his palm over the glistening doorknob, staring at his own reflection in the warped surface. His brownish-greenish eyes with all the color and clarity of mud in a parking lot after a rainstorm. His tousled brown hair, sticking up in odd places like a pile of brush grass. Plain. Nothing special there. Nothing special anywhere, really. Sure, he had a knack for numbers. Maybe he saw instantly what some others spent lifetimes assaying. What was that, really, in the grand scheme of things? What was raw intelligence if it wasn’t applied?
What was he saying? None of the thoughts meandering through his head were remotely making a nanochronon of sense. This girl had really scattered his thoughts up. He shook his head. Ridiculous.
“You know, I really enjoyed our little chat today,” he remarked as he pushed the door open. “I hope you did too. It was a quite a stimulating conversation. I’d love to have another one, sometime.”
He stole one last look at Gwen, head buried in her history textbook, hand feverishly scribbling notes as if trying to copy the entire book in the nick of time. Shrouding herself from the world, hiding behind a textbook from the big bad world out there. Reminded him a little of someone.
He shook his head again, as he closed the door behind him. Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable.
Zack almost rolled his eyes, but resisted the urge. “Uh, thanks.” And he actually smiled.
But it wasn’t the ferocious, flirtatious, aggressive, seductive grin that he unleashed to the fangirls who scratched and clawed at his every extremity if he ever set foot outside the safety of his dorm room. This was a genuine, authentic, one-of-a-kind Zack Charming smile, the kind he kept hidden beneath the folds of his sneers and jeers, lurking in wait for the one in the world who deserved it. Well, he thought, deserved is more of a transcendental designation that can’t really be applied here. Earned is more the term.
Yes, he decided, running a play-by-play of the past conversation in his head. Real conversation. A real, genuine challenge to his mind. Yes, she had earned the smile. And more too, he realized, as he switched off his iPhone and began to gather his things, erecting the barriers around his mind once again for another long period of frivolous physical activity. Maybe she’d be here when he returned, and this could continue. It had certainly been a wild ride. Maybe. But Zack doubted it.
He stood and made his way toward the door, running his palm over the glistening doorknob, staring at his own reflection in the warped surface. His brownish-greenish eyes with all the color and clarity of mud in a parking lot after a rainstorm. His tousled brown hair, sticking up in odd places like a pile of brush grass. Plain. Nothing special there. Nothing special anywhere, really. Sure, he had a knack for numbers. Maybe he saw instantly what some others spent lifetimes assaying. What was that, really, in the grand scheme of things? What was raw intelligence if it wasn’t applied?
What was he saying? None of the thoughts meandering through his head were remotely making a nanochronon of sense. This girl had really scattered his thoughts up. He shook his head. Ridiculous.
“You know, I really enjoyed our little chat today,” he remarked as he pushed the door open. “I hope you did too. It was a quite a stimulating conversation. I’d love to have another one, sometime.”
He stole one last look at Gwen, head buried in her history textbook, hand feverishly scribbling notes as if trying to copy the entire book in the nick of time. Shrouding herself from the world, hiding behind a textbook from the big bad world out there. Reminded him a little of someone.
He shook his head again, as he closed the door behind him. Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable.
