Love Me, Please
34. Judge A Book by Its Cover

I'll buy time until I really have to admit it. Later, in the far away days.

"Oh! Who's fighting, try?" sahut Marina before putting the fruit that he successfully caught into the mouth.

A shriveled mind then triggers emotions and makes me feel more and more mocked. As yet unreachable, Isobel had already distanced the plate. "Uh-uh," forbid. "Gue bring this to eat, yes, not throw. But do not have to take heart. Lo know they both if it's compact want ignorant will be like how."

He's correct. And they are, again, innocent. "Argh! It's up to lo-lo on, deh!" my growl. I took the book again.

"Sorry, Nik, sorry," they said. "Handest of us," added Marina.

"Yes, Nikita My Baby Bala-Bala."

A tickled gulp heard Paulina's obscure nickname. "Eeeew, fucking lo. Don't you ever call me that again."

The confusion I endured finally subsided. We became zombies and three dancers who enjoyed the glory of the sun.

****

A few long lapse of sound steps again disperse concentration. I see now that Mr. Monti is coming, a silver-colored cooler box is casually pushed. "Ladies, this is no snack as your gossiping friend." A smile split his friendly Latin face that started to wrinkle.

"Whoa! You're the best, Mr. Crane!" exclaimed Paulina as she approached in excitement. "Iiiiiiik," he screeched after seeing what was in the box. "A lot of fresh!"

"Thank you, sir," I told the middle-aged man.

"No problem, Non. Mrs. Crane told Chef Bruno to prepare a barbeque for dinner."

Oh, goodness. I can't wait.

****

Additional hours of sleep and nutritional intake have a very good impact on Marina. After washing his face in the bathroom pool house, he joined to emphasize the prepared sweets.

Between Marina, Paulina, Isobel, and me, salads; watermelon satay, pineapple, kiwi, and blueberries; yogurt; and mango-flavored ice stalks are nothing. In an instant all our ludes were gluttonous.

Although thin-skinned like this, the matter of appetite should not be doubted.

"Oh, my God, hold me."

"That's great, woy."

"Sama, I did too. Duh." Isobel patted her stomach. He immediately straightened up when he caught what was on top of the book in front of me that was still open. "Eh, Nik, you wrote, right, not like this. Whose book is this?"

Isobel's innocent questioning again attracted the attention of two girls who had previously propped their bodies up with both arms each. "Well, shall I see?" pinta Marina's.

Without a doubt the book changed hands.

Paulina poked her head over Marina's shoulder. "Eh, yes, loh. Nope. I swear, whose writing is this blatant? It's just as easy as the calculus pelototin from earlier."

I rolled my eyeballs. Again, again, and again, he was right. But this time, I will not let that sentence sink into my heart. "Ledek just keep going."

He chuckles. "Yes, yes, sorry."

"But, seriously, deh, Niki. Whose book is that? Kayden's writing, isn't it, either." Isobel expressed his opinion.

"Gue didn't say it was Kayden's book, anyway," I thought, he might have a bit of a concern about all my dealings with Kay. Huh. Even though we were clinging to each other like stamps, but I can also be my own person, you know.

"Keep, continue?" push Paulina again.

Marina asked with eyebrows high on her forehead. "So? There's no way your new tutor is in this loving tutoring place, right? Usually we are told to make our own notes, not contrived."

"Yes, no!" I covered all their words. "It's Beck's."

"Beck. Beckham's. Si ... Songy."

"WHAT?"

I knew their reaction would be like this.

****

What was unexpected was the response of the girl in front of me after I told about Beck's arrival yesterday afternoon. His gaze became distant, his face water was full of slenderness, and the smile did not stop to stretch that beautiful face. "Aaaaa, what a hell, Beck? Use the show to book everything again. Aaaaa, I also want to."

I looked at Paulina with a strange.

"What?" the blonde haired girl's. "Beckham is very handsome, you know. In the nerdy kind of way. You don't realize what? Try, deh, pay attention. The glasses guy has his own charm. Another sexy. Yea, no? Yeah, right?" He lowered his eyebrows quickly.

"Mistake no mistake, anyway, lo's theory," supported Marina half-and-half. Evidently by her furrowed brows, it was as if she needed to properly think about the words Paulina end-goals.

"Yes, right?" The Paulin welcomed the support of the friend next to her while patting Marina's arm in stark contrast compared to her pale skin. "Right, right, right, right, lueeee," he repeated excitedly.

Waw. What is this? What is happening to her?

I turned my gaze to the side, looked at Isobel and waited for her response to the phenomenon that was happening before our eyes all.

"Hm, it's normal, anyway, if I think," said Is already with his shoulders lifted.

Unfortunately Isobel's comments were unacceptable to Paulin who seemed to have been possessed. Yep, maybe that's why he behaved magically like he does today. He's in a trance.

The demon possessed Beckham.

Oh, no. Please, God, no.

"Gue didn't realize that song boy had fans as well." Oops! The sentence I tried to hold since then finally escaped.

Of course this invited a piercing look of disapproval from Paulina. "Yeee, that's because in your eyes there's only Kayden. That's why I don't see the others." She protested. Do not forget the body a solemn scorn at the end.

Random jumped out. "Yes, dong. It should be, right? When I was dating Kay kept my eyes fixed aja peratiin other guys? I don't see that much either."

"Well, that's right," said Blondie. "Lo don't need lyrics here and there, just focus on Kayden. You guys are so well matched. Hashtag—"

As fast as lightning he said. "Yes, yeah, yeah. I've memorized all of your hashtags, Paulina. Don't repeat it."

"But, right, right?" the sosor won't lose.

"Yes, yes, dear Paulina. Thank you, yes. Hashtag you are the best of friend every girl could ask for, ever."

The one said thank you directly mesem-mesem himself for a few seconds before waking up. "Wooy!" rebuke Paulina suddenly. "Why are we talking about Kayden, anyway? Beckham, dong!"

Now it's Marina's turn to turn her concentrated eyeballs. "Elo himself began. Fuck up! What else would you like to talk about Beckham lo?" He debated with emphasis when mentioning the name Beck.

I hid the gelak with a thud.

"Yaaa, much!" sergeah the newly known girl turned out to be the closet of her fans the most man .. eng .... most "popular" in Rockefeller. He then chanted the one quality of his poem. "His steadiness. His genius. The coolness. What's again? Hm ...."

"Genius, I admit. Se-Los Angeles is. If it's good, relative, yes. Cooly? Hm. It is possible, it can be," Marina explained, still with half-and-half. "But, what does it mean if the person is a robot, has no emotions?"

Okay, wait a minute. Why would Marina say that, anyway, about Beckham? Don't judge, dong!

Aaaaand, wait another minute. Why do I feel this way, anyway?

To be continued ....