My Boyfriend Is A Geek ✔️

17: You didn't capture my bass

“And then, he said he wouldn't have been able to do it without me. And he thanked me! Can you believe that, SpongeBob?” I echoed, voice washed in excitement.

“Yeah, I'm pretty sure I believed it the last fifty times you told me,” he quipped, lips upturned in a sly grin.

Of course, that earned him a playful shove, leaving him chuckling, with me echoing the sound.

“You know, this is the part where you say something like: ‘oh my god, Hawk, you're so smart. Your advice is unmatched, and your wisdom cannot be compared.’” He even added an exaggerated girly voice for effect, and I couldn't help but betray a smile at his antics.

After a few moments of walking in comfortable silence through the hallway, my voice broke through in a small: “thank you, SpongeBob.” 

He threw me a smile in return, a mischievous glint in his eyes as his lips parted, probably in an attempt to make a playful remark. But whatever he had intended to say, never got out, as his attention was suddenly drawn to something else.

Or was it someone else?

I followed his line of sight, and sure enough, Ria Rolland was walking towards us alongside a girl from her study group. The both of them were laughing over something, with Ria, trying to balance the small pile of books in her hands.

They seemed like library books to me, so I figured she must have made an early visit to the library before the start of class.

I had to give it to her though. She came to school early just to visit the library? If only I could develop such love for studying.

Ok, who was I kidding? The only time I studied was during test and exam periods — and I wouldn't have it any other way.

I turned to Hawk, to find him with this half-dreamy, half-nervous look he had going on for him.

I snapped my fingers in front of his face, startling him and leaving me to chuckle at his expression. “Snap out of it, Romeo; you're drooling already.”

“What?" His hands immediately moved to feel around the corners of his mouth. But when he couldn't feel anything, he turned to face me, only to find me struggling to hold back a laugh. “There was no drool, was there?”

“Nope. But it was nice to see you nearly tear off your lips trying to find it,” I quipped.

“You,” he started, smiling lightly. But that was how far he got as he caught sight of Ria who was nearing us by now.

“She's heading over here now. What should I do, Brooke? What should I do?” He cried exaggeratedly.

“Well, for starters, no more asking ‘what should I do?’”

“Noted,” he said between titters.

“And just act cool,” I suggested.

“How?” 

That was a good question. How did one act cool? People always talked about acting cool, but never really talked about how to actually do it.

To Hawk though, I gave an oh-so-casual shrug. “I guess, just don't do anything you normally would.”

“Well, ouch!” 

I could only chortle in reply, but the sound of Ria's voice was soon to cut it short.

“Hey, Brooke.”

She maintained her signature tight-lipped smile as she turned to Hawk, saying a small: “hi.”