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High School Nerd - Thursday

High School Nerd - Thursday

Lacey:

Last class of the day. It could not end soon enough! Looking up and down the large wall of shelving I wonder where those anatomy charts are. Mr Bumstead said they were on the seventh row, fifth shelf up from the bottom. That is clearly not correct. Nothing but American historical maps in that slot. This resource room is huge and finding the charts that I am looking for is like looking for a needle in a haystack. There doesn't seem to be any organizational structure to this mess. What kind of an idiot is Mr Bumstead, anyway. I am pissed!

I push the ladder down to the next row, and step up to look. As I reach the top step, I hear the door open and turn to see Henry, the school nerd, enter. "Hi, there." He says.

I turn back around and continue my search. Oh boy, Henry! This is just what I need. If he says anything to me, he will probably get under my skin. This is the fellow that the others in my cheer squad were talking about. No one wants anything to do with him. Then I remember. This is the fellow that Jasmine stood up for. She even indicated that she wanted to try kissing him. I turn around and take a second look at him. He doesn't look too bad, really. Not since he lost the Coke bottle glasses.

Henry walked past me, confidently reached into a shelf and pulled out what looked like some kind of flash cards. He must have known right where to look. He started to walk back to the door, but I became aware that he stopped at the ...

... foot of my ladder. "Perhaps I could help you find something?" he said looking up at me.

Quickly, I come down the ladder. He could have been looking right up my short skirt! I'll bet that is why he is smiling like that. "What are you looking for?" He said pleasantly.

"Anatomy charts," I said. Turning to look at him, I say, "Were you studying my anatomy, while I was up on the ladder?" Henry seems pleasant. I don't think he caught my barb. His striking, light blue eyes look innocent enough. And when he smiles, he has these cute little dimples in his cheeks.

"Anatomy charts," he parrots back. "Oh. Is that for Mr Bumstead's class?" he asks.

"Yeah," I replied. He rubs his chin and I hear his fingers make a raspy sound on his stubble.

"Ah, yes." He says and turns to the shelves, talking to himself under his breath. He walks down a few steps, reaching up, he extracts a stack of laminated charts from the fifth row, seven shelves up. "Here you go," He says as he brings them to me.

"Thanks, Henry." I say, reaching for the charts, and brushing his hand. A startled look came over him with the contact, like he just felt a jolt.

"Oh," he says. "You know my name? You're Lacey, one of our cheerleaders, aren't you?"

"That's right." I reply, taking the charts from him.

"Then you know Jasmine? She is a friend of mine." He explains.

"Ahh, yes." I reply. Some of us have been wondering just how far Jasmine has gone with Henry. I decide to probe a little. "You mean like, ...