❝Please, sir, call me... MANDARK! ❞
∥T H E J E A L O U S R I V A L O F D E X T E R∥
He tapped his fingers on the desk of the lunch table, his mind racing. His geeky glasses pushed up on his nose, he looked down on the blueprints set in front of him. He swallowed, wondering if they were better than his. He kept tapping his fingers, and put his index finger from his other hand to his lips. Around him the world was slow, rolling their eyes as they walked past. He would have smiled if he wasn't so concentrated. Would these be so good?
He was alone at the table, not one for socializing. As much as he wouldn't agree to it, he was much like that fool seventeen year old, that baby of science. Thinking he was smarter, better than him was just plain lies! He brushed his black hair from his eyes, and lifted his head up. All those years, since that science fair day, the two had been fighting like rabid dogs, all wanting first place. Both wanting to beat the other opponent. They were enemies, rivals. Yet their teachers always commented that they were much alike in the fact that they were competitive and unsociable.
He pulled the thought away from his mind. He didn't need to be compared to that child. He straightened his tie, which he seemed to like to wear usually, and cracked some bones. He turned around, his black shoes creating contrast on the white tile floor. A few cracks could be found in the flooring, and some red was found. Many fights had erupted, a few having Dexter or him as the victim, the other one laughing from the corners of the school. Though even with the laughs, he felt shy. Had she seen him, his crush? He swallowed hard, and pulled the blueprints away.
Jerry smacked his head, and rushed out of the lunch room. He walked to his locker and found some controls and technology, and moved through the ruins. He found nothing, except some duds he had made to pass the time. He was far smarter than the teachers. Though Mojo Jojo adored him, and if he could sit up straight and stare at the professor straight in the eye and listen, he would get better marks. More examples from him, more anger rising for Dexter. He chuckled to himself, and closed his locker, and headed for the next class.
Jerry rearranged his glasses back up on his nose. The collision had made them slip off ever so slightly. He gulped, not one for talking to girls. Example was indeed Dee Dee, the only good outcome from Sam's family. Though Esmerelda was different, being in his class for years now, he understood her ups and downs. And so did she. She was probably the best at finding the tense of the room if Jerry corrected Sam, or the other way around. The rivalry between the two could, and probably did, tear up the whole room.
"Oh, Calculus,Chemistry,Physics,History,English,Shop and Biology."he said, not revealing that it was all of the classes Sam took. He had only signed up for those classes because he wanted to beat that idiot at it. He looked up and down her, she had tried her best with her appearance that year. She had lost her glasses, making Jerry slightly uncomfortable, for her eyes stood out far more clearly. She had her hair completely changed, but one ponytail must have been with her at all times, and cocked from the side. Thoughts circled around him, like how that she was hotter than Dee Dee, and wasn't even trying that much. Even with the glasses, she had been so interesting for him.
"It was probably me who ran into you, thinking of a new blueprint." That's good, make her think you're still that jealous scum that you were before. He brushed his hair back, and pulled his hands behind him, holding his forearm with one hand, to control himself. He was cautious, shy like he usually was. "Samuel thing." he said, and he knew that clarified a bit for her.
He gasped in awe, Arella was certainly a beautiful sight. From her dancer toes to her red hair, she was a sight for sore eyes. He moistened his lips, and looked down at the floor. He knew that Esmerelda would be looking at him weirdly, for he was okay with talking to her. But Arella, she was a far different story.
"I kinda agree that he would be one to not help you. Sam and you are completely different."he said in his nerd voice. He looked around, trying to keep his attention off the girls. He shot a look at Esmerelda, who looked at him painfully. If Jerry could read minds, just imagine. Though her emotions said that she knew that he was just going to leave her. He took a piece of paper out from his jean pocket, and scribbled down some numbers and math equations. Calculating out a few problems settled his mind. He stuffed it back in his pocket and nodded.
"I can get it... If I can beat him in calculus and physics, I can sure get a portable telephone number."he said, stumbling over a few words. He nodded and straightened himself, and held out his hand to Esmerelda."I would be delighted."He picked up his glasses and cleaned them, and swallowed. He was pleased, a few more classes with Tootie was just fine.
He nodded. Sam was a terrible with fashion. Short red cropped hair and those geeky glasses, not to mention that awful lab coat. He wouldn't admit himself that he was no better, perhaps even worse. Jerry looked down at his clothes, a white top and tie, and black pants with black dress shoes. On his watch, it was engraved evil. He put his own hand behind his back, right after taking her number. One thing he knew for sure, he wouldn't be calling her unless it was for homework, cause he cannot say much unless babble. Cellphones were quite different than talking in real life. Fantasies can happen quite faster when they aren't in person.
"Yeah... I-I'll help you A-Arella. Fort-Fortunately for you I-I'm good at that subject."he said, looking at her red locks. He was fully aware that the two girls in front of her were blushing, and he was probably too. Note to self, get face blush from Olga. He sighed, she was coming two days from now, supposedly. He dug his other hand in his pocket, stuffing the number down further, and gripped around his lazer pointer, his current weapon.
"I guess that your photos are awesome."he told Esme, her face happier than before. Maybe she liked the fact that some friends were at this school, like himself and Arella. And he told himself that he was happier about that too. He moistened his lips, and moved the lazer pointer up and down. He smiled again at Arella, and looked around. "Where is your locker, Esme?"
