BEAUTY AND THE GEEK ~ Timothée Chalamet ✓

~6~

Anya slowly made her way to the kitchen, where there were only sodas and a non-alcoholic punch. "Great", she thought to herself.

"I see you found the drinks!" she heard the familiar voice and looked behind her.

"Yes... Too bad there is nothing alcoholic in here!" she said.

"You have to drive back home, so it's better this way!" Timothée reminded her.

"Of course dad!" she playfully rolled her eyes.

"Did you meet any of the people out there?" he pointed at the door.

"No.."

"Mrs Davis is being all shy!" Timothée teased her.

"Shut up!! I'm not shy... I just feel like I don't fit in with people like you..." she said.

"Oh, so you don't like aliens! I see! Never take a trip to Mars, you'll be dissapointed!" Timothée chuckled.

"You're not funny..." Anya raised her right eyebrow.

"Let's just go to the living room.. We're not as bad as you think... My friends probably want to smell your hair, but that's not too weird, right?" he joked.

"Jeez, fine... By the way.. your style is not as bad as I thought it was!" Anya looked down at his cool outfit.

"See? Don't rush to judgement!" he smiled at her and let her go first.

"So aren't we going to dance or something?" Timothée shouted as they entered the living room. Everyone looked at them.

"First you have to reveal how you convinced Anya Davis to hang out with you." a boy said.

"No questions.. I don't like paparazzi! Take the cameras off of me.." Timothée put his hands in front of his eyes as if he was being blinded by the flashing lights.

"Just put some music on... For God's sake.." Anya finally spoke and showed everyone her iconic hair flip.

One of Timothée's friends immediately stood up and turned the music on. Some people started dancing and the queen bee did the same.

Timothée looked at her and she stretched her arms out for him to make him dance as well, he laughed and got closer to her. He started doing his cool, but quite funny dance moves, while she danced perfectly to the rhythm of the song.

Anya was having fun, she wasn't expecting she'd like a geek's party, but it was actually entertaining.

"Play Statistics!" a guy shouted.

"Nooo..... Jesus Christ, don't do it Nick.." Timothée shouted to a boy.

"Watch me!" the Nick guy said.

"Noooo... Stop..." Timothée screamed, but it was too late.

"It's ya boy, Lil Timmy Tim..." a familiar voice came through the speakers, Anya looked at everyone confused, they all started singing the lyrics of the song, even Timothée.

"Statistics, yup.. Statistics, yup yup.. Miss Lawton, miss Lawton, miss Lawton." Anya was still standing there with furrowed brows.
Timothée looked at her and laughed.

"It's just a silly song I wrote like 2 years ago for my statistics teacher... We always listen to it on parties and stuff, it's like an inside joke or something!" he explained.

"That's really you?" she laughed.

"Yeah, pretty talented right?" he chuckled.

"Definitely.. For a geek you're pretty decent... Just make sure nobody at school listens to this..." she gave him a death glare.

"Nobody will ever listen to this.. Promise!" he put his hands up in surrender.

That's when the doorbell echoed, one of the guys went to the door and opened it. A tall girl walked in. She had flawless chocolate skin and beautiful curly hair.

"Hello there Kiara!" the boy said to her and she waved at him in a friendly way. Anya looked at Timothée who quickly tried to fix his shirt.

"Hey Tim!" the Kiara girl exclaimed as she walked past them.

"HI.. I mean hi Kiara..." Timothée spoke, his eyes followed the tall girl's silhouette.

"Okay... It's time to close your mouth now.." Anya got his attention. She tried to play it cool, but was she being jealous? She would never admit it, even if she really were. Plus she barely knew the guy, and for all she knew he was a geek, so how could she possibly be into him?

"Oh my God.. I just got distracted.." Timothée fastly said.

"Yeah.. I see.. Who is she?" she asked.

"She's just a girl from our school..." he responded.

"Really? How come I've never seen her before?" Anya asked in curiosity.

"I really don't know... She's just into different activities than the ones you are... And well.. She always wears her hair in a messy bun.. And usually dresses less simpler than this.." he looked at the girl that was sitting on a couch with some of their mutual friends.

"Is she like an ex of yours? Or your crush?" Anya asked.

"No... She's not an ex of mine.. And I don't have a crush on her..."

"Yeah.. Sure..." Anya raised her eyebrow.
"So what activities is she into?"

"Um stuff only smart kids like... Oh shit.. I didn't mean to offend you.. Sorry." Timothée hid his mouth behind his hand.

"Yeah yeah.. It's okay.. I know.. Popular kids can't be smart... There are not a lot of girls who have good looks and brains.." Anya looked at Kiara.

"I'm pretty sure you're smart.." the boy said.

"Maybe.."

There was a moment of silence in the room, and then some random people started a conversation about a robotics competition, a subject Anya knew nothing about.
Kiara on the other hand talked like an expert, Timothée walked closer to the spot where everyone was sitting at and got into the conversation. It was then that Anya finally realized how the outcasts of her school probably felt like. It was not a nice feeling, and she was missing her friends so much.

She decided it was time for her to leave, so she headed upstairs to try and find her stuff. It didn't take long for Timothée to realize she had left the room, so he quickly got upstairs.

"Where are you going?" he met her in the hallway.

"I'm leaving, I'm kinda tired and bored!" she smiled. It was a fake smile.

"Really? But the night is still young!"

"And I'm younger! I'll see you on Monday!" she put her coat on.

"But.. Did I do something wrong?" he asked, he still wasn't convinced that the prom queen was already tired.

"I'm not having fun.. I'm at a place full of geeks!" she laughed.

"Lord... I can just become Lil Timmy Tim, the cool rapper, and keep you company then!" he said.

"No, you better be Timothée.. What's your last name?" she questioned.

"Chalamet!"

"You better be Timothée Chalamet, the geek who likes to talk about stuff I know nothing about!" she shrugged.

"Perhaps you should try some of the activities I do, so you could become the girl that can keep up with the stuff Timothée Chalamet, the geek, talks about." he laughed.

"Huh, funny!"

"You said that if I accepted your offer, you'd give me anything I wanted in return! I want you to become a theater geek!" he smiled and raised his eyebrow.

"I'm leaving!" she rolled her eyes.

"See you on Monday theater pal!" he winked at her and she quickly left his friend's house.