Ten Reasons to Not Trust Natalie Lubbock
A list compiled by Mark Welder
10. She's evil.
9. She's psychotic.
8. She's mean.
7. I believe that secretly, she's a witch. She just won't admit it and I don't have any proof… Yet.
6. Every single time she acts nice to me, she pulls a prank, insult me, hit me, kick me in the balls and laugh in my face as I roll over in pain, and the list goes on.
5. I'm not that stupid.
4. I don't like her.
3. She hates me.
2. She insulted me first in eighth grade and wouldn't give me my milk. How can you trust someone who won't give you milk? The answer: you can't.
1. She would sooner stab me in the back then actually offer to help me make my dream of getting Rebecca Wiles to fall in love with me come true.
(Mark's Point of View)
There is something inherently funny when your number one enemy approaches you and offers to help make your dream come true. Of course, you know this concept is absolutely absurd because really, why would your enemy do that? The answer of course must be the fact that your enemy wants to screw you over.
Luckily, I wasn't your regular average Joe. I had brains and I knew that I could never trust Lubbock because seriously, she would rather kick me in the balls than see me remotely happy. Plus, there's always a catch when it comes to deals like this one and frankly, I would rather be kicked in the balls then having to owe Lubbock anything.
So in the end, it wasn't at all irrational of me to reject Lubbock's offer. It felt quite satisfying actually, especially since Lubbock had this twitch thing going on next to her left eye after I had said no. And you could totally tell how it got to her when I got up and left her sitting there all speechless.
Now I think what I did was an entirely smart move on my part. But for some reason when I recounted this whole story to my cousin, Hamilton, he thought otherwise.
"Are you seriously an idiot?"
Again, not quite the reaction I expected.
"What?" I cried, bewildered by the lack of pride he was suppose to feel for me. "You should be all amazed by my willpower to not kill Lubbock."
"You are an idiot," Hamilton muttered. He turned around back to his computer screen, and began to type away on the keyboard. "You should have agreed. Natalie was offering you a chance of a lifetime."
"How could you honestly believe that she would mean what she was saying? It's Lubbock for god sakes. Why would she offer her number one enemy the very thing he wants? It's not logical." I crossed my arms, satisfied with my explanation.
Hamilton still shook his head. "Idiot."
Damn him. He always had to take away the fun out of everything. Great, now he has me doubting myself.
"Look Mark, Rebecca is Natalie's best friend and she would not do anything to screw her over… Even if it means consorting with you to make her happy," Mark said. "Plus, everyone knows Natalie hates Rebecca's jackass of a boyfriend more than you."
The man did have a point….
Still, I wasn't going to give in, not to the likes of Lubbock.
"Well, I would rather go for Rebecca myself than get any help," I said. "It's the principle of the thing. You've seen the high school movies, usually when you team up with someone to get the girl to like you, she finds out, the plan blows up, and she ends up hating you."
"Dude, you watch too many chick flicks," Hamilton muttered. He was still glued to his computer screen. I glanced over his shoulder, thinking maybe he was doing homework, but instead his attention was given to some game that involved guns and killing everyone in sight.
I glared at him, but Hamilton was too oblivious to notice my look. Sighing, I got up from Hamilton's bed and was about to head home. Before I got out of the door, I stopped and turned to look at my cousin.
"You really think I'm an idiot for turning her down?"
Hamilton glanced at me and then back at his computer screen. His head bobbed up and down. "Major idiot."
Unhappy with his answer, I muttered, "You suck" and then left.
What Hamilton said stuck with me that day and I continued to hear his voice saying "Major idiot" till the next day. His words kept ringing in my ears as I walked to class, overpowering the noises of students talking around me, of lockers clashing shut, and of feet shuffling on the school floors.
As I entered my first class of the day, which was Chemistry, I suddenly stopped short of my seat. There sitting next to the lab stool I usually sat in was Rebecca.
I found myself not being able to breath nor could I allow myself to blink. There she was in all her beauty, her beautiful dark curls cascading down her back. She was sitting there, her hands covering her face and from where I stood I saw her whole body shivering.
Knowing something was wrong, I gathered up my senses and approached her. Carefully setting my books down next to her, I stood there, not quite knowing whether or not I should put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Rebecca?" I said, bending towards her. "Are you all right?"
Immediately her head shot up and I saw her face was wet. She was crying. Rebecca quickly turned her head away from me, her hands going up to her face to wipe away her tears.
"Mark!" She cried, sounding startled and embarrassed. Then she proceeded to sound as if she was fine, giving a shaky laugh. "You scared me! I'm fine, don't worry about me. Just didn't sleep enough last night. Chemistry homework was a pain."
I stood where I was, waiting for her to look at me again. Rebecca however, avoided my eyes, her face slightly turned to the other side as if she found the wall next to her particularly interesting.
Suddenly my mind thought back to the day before when Lubbock went up to me. I remembered her telling me how William had made her cry before… Apparently she wasn't over it yet.
I sat down next to Rebecca, and hesitantly I placed my hand on her shoulder.
"It's him again isn't it?" I asked. Rebecca stiffened and even without looking at her face, I knew I was right.
Shaking my head, I stood up. "That asshole. I'm going to go talk to him."
Rebecca immediately stood up and grabbed my arm.
"No," she pleaded, and her eyes welled with tears again. My heart clenched and I hated how she was crying over the bastard. "Please, don't Mark."
Several times she had pleaded with me to stop. Always I gave in. Each time we had class together and I saw her crying, I always found myself being overcome with anger, wanting to protect Rebecca and to finally get rid of her boyfriend.
But her eyes were always what made me stop in my tracks. Because for the life of me, I couldn't say no to Rebecca, not with her eyes wide and shiny with tears, her lips quivering, and her hands clutching my arm desperately. And while I hated to see it, in her eyes I saw how she loved William and that no matter what I did, nothing would change that.
Faltering, I placed my hand over hers.
"You can't always forgive him," I quietly told her.
Nodding, she slowly let go of my arm. "I know."
And with that she sat back down, and began to dry her face with her hands. By then the teacher came in, and I sat down next to her. As class started and our teacher began lecturing, I vowed to myself for the hundredth time that next time I saw Rebecca crying, I wouldn't let him go…
In the back of my mind, I couldn't help but also to think back to Lubbock and her offer.
"I am suggesting that you and I work together to tear Rebecca away from William Jones…"
Maybe trusting the devil wouldn't be so bad… Not if you're doing it for the person you love.
Despite how desperately I try to avoid it, there are moments when I find myself sharing the same class with Lubbock. We both try to avoid it, and though it was unspoken, we would alternate going to our counselors to change our classes. But there are times when our schedules just wouldn't allow it and we end up having a class together.
For senior year, we ended up sharing one class together, and that was sixth period study hall. Normally, as seniors, we would usually ditch the class, but my conscience just wouldn't allow me too. Yes, I was a nerd to the core.
Unfortunately, Lubbock apparently shared the same mindset as me. We would always be one of the few seniors in the library classroom, doing our homework and waiting till the clock strike three before we would leave and go home. You would think the devil would break school rules, but guess not.
All day I had been contemplating Lubbock's offer and each time I saw Rebecca and her red eyes in my mind, I found myself coming closer to the word "yes". But then again, Lubbock would appear in my mind as well and I would be caught in the middle again.
By the time sixth period arrived, I had finally talked myself into the offer. The one thing I had to do was ask myself if Rebecca was worth it, and instantly I knew the answer was yes. And while I hated the idea of working with Lubbock, I knew that when it came down to it, I would just have to swallow my pride and bitterness and just do it. Besides, despite all of Lubbock's vindictiveness, she was doing this for Rebecca and while I was reluctant to admit it, I knew that she wouldn't do anything to hurt Rebecca. They were best friends after all.
When I walked into the library classroom, I saw there were only a handful of seniors sitting at random tables, their books open. All of them were in the chess club with me, fellow nerds who couldn't bear to ditch class… Then there was Lubbock, sitting off to a corner in the library, reading from a textbook all the while scribbling words into her notebook.
I had to give myself a pep talk before I could even start walking towards her. Each step I took, I had to constantly repeat "Rebecca" under my breath to get closer to Lubbock. Before I knew it, I was in front of her table, clutching the strap of my backpack that was slung over my right shoulder.
She didn't look up and I had to clear my throat. Again, she ignored me and I realized that she knew I was in front of her. I saw the way her hand clutched the pen she was holding, her grip tightening and her words were coming out darker on her notebook.
Rolling my eyes, I cleared my throat again, this time louder and much more obvious. I could see the librarian looking at me from the corner of my eye.
Lubbock continued on writing, and not even a glance at me, she said, "What do you want Welder? I'm sure you're not here to bask in my glory."
I wanted to shoot back with an insult of my own, but I realized that it would just be a waste of time. Besides time was at stake when it came to Rebecca and her heart.
I shrugged off my backpack and placed it on the table. Taking a seat across from her, I sat down and then leaned in close to her. Quickly, Lubbock sat back, hating the proximity between us.
I whispered to her, "I was thinking about your offer from yesterday and I would like to tell you I accept."
Her eyebrows raised and a smirk on her lips, Lubbock shook her head and laughed haughtily.
"You think after laughing at my face like you did yesterday that I was going to still offer you a chance to be with Rebecca?" Tossing her hair from behind her shoulder and then crossing her arms, she said, "No deal."
I was growing annoyed and I knew that me laughing at her was going to bite me in the ass.
"Look, we both know that we don't get along… Besides any chance I get to laugh at you I take it just like you would do for me," I said, leaning back in my seat, dropping any pretense of trying to be civil towards her. "But come on, like you said yesterday, I'm the only guy who doesn't want Rebecca to get hurt. And we both know she's hurting right now."
Sighing, Lubbock remained silent for a moment. It looked as if she was contemplating my words. Then, she stood up, and started gathering up her books and notebook.
"Nah, I decided I'm just going to break up her and William. You're just not worth it for me to work with," she said. Then before turning to leave the table, she looked at me and smiled wickedly. "Guess next time when heaven decides to grant you a favor, you really ought to consider it instead of just laughing your head off." She walked away from her seat and before she walked passed me, she place a hand on my shoulder. I suddenly felt like biting her hand.
"Try not to regret it too much Welder," she said, fake sweetness and pity oozing from her voice. "It's not your fault you're too stupid to see a once in a lifetime chance right before you're eyes… It was how God made you." And with that she walked away.
I sat there, not quite sure how to react. Her words were ringing in my ears, and I found my hands were balled into fists. I felt this sudden wave of hot anger within me and without really thinking, I was up in an instant, my backpack clutched in one hand and rushing after Lubbock. The librarian was gone and so no one was there to stop us from leaving study hall.
With my quick strides, I caught up to Lubbock by the time we were out in the empty school hallway. She was walking towards her locker and my hand reached out and grabber her shoulder.
"Hey!" She cried out and when she turned around and saw it was me, her eyes hardened and she glared at me. "Oh you. What else do you want? I thought I made myself clear. What are you going to beg me now?"
Looking at her arrogant smile, I suddenly felt this intense dislike for this girl. It was as if years of my dislike for her were adding all together and spreading through my body.
"Why are you such a bitch?" I heard myself say.
The smile on her face automatically disappeared and was replaced by the familiar angry expression of hers. Jerking her shoulder away from my grip, she took a step closer towards me.
"What did you call me?"
Not the slightest bit deterred by her, I took a step closer as well, and we were a few inches apart now. Wanting to push her buttons some more, I repeated my question.
"Why are you such a bitch?"
Her eyes glazed over and I saw her lips clenched into a straight line. I was taller than her so I did my best to tower before her, glaring down at her, challenging her. This was probably one of the intense fights we ever had, not one battled with words, but with glares.
"Maybe I'm a bitch because you are such an asshole who can't tell between his head from his ass," she said, her voice rising. "How dare you come up to me and call me a bitch when you were the prick that laughed at me when I was being nice to you? What the hell do you want Welder? I gave you a chance, you threw it away. Now get over it and get out of my face."
I opened my mouth to respond, when suddenly we heard footsteps behind us. Damn, if it was a teacher it was going to be hard to explain what it was we were doing out here in the hallway. While the legendary arguments of ours were well known to the entire faculty in the school, it was still a hassle to explain to them what it was we were fighting about now.
Just when I was about to think of an excuse as to what we were doing here, I heard a voice.
"Look babe, I know I promised I was going to take you to the concert, but I'm having problems getting the tickets right now."
The voice sounded familiar…
"William." I turned and stared at Lubbock who had whispered to me. Her hand shot out and grabbed my arm, and before I knew it she was pulling me off to the side and into a room. I was protesting, but she shushed me and for some reason I listened to her.
Closing the door behind us, we were suddenly enveloped in darkness. Only a little light shown from the small window on the door. Squinting around me, and noticing the painted words on the door, I realized we were in the janitor's closet.
"Great," I whispered to her. "Why the hell are we in here?"
"Sh," Lubbock said again, swatting at me to shut up.
I became silent, trying to listen to outside and what it was exactly we were trying to overhear. Though muffled, William's voice seemed closer and I realized he was slowly walking down the hallway where we were standing before.
"Don't worry, I promise you I'll get the tickets by the end of the day. No worries. Rebecca will do what I tell."
Lubbock and I both stood still.
What the hell is he talking about? Wasn't he talking to Rebecca? If that's not her on the phone, then who is?
"I knew it," Lubbock whispered, shaking her head. Her hands were clenching and unclenching into fists. "The bastard is cheating on her."
"What?" I whispered at her. "If you knew that why the hell don't you tell Rebecca?"
"I have no concrete proof," she whispered back at me. "The asshole is pretty slick for a dirtbag. Besides, Rebecca would write it off somehow."
Shaking my head, the anger I had towards William renewed.
"I'm going to teach that bastard a lesson," I said and I made my way towards the door. Lubbock hands grabbed my arm and she tried to pull me back.
"No," she whispered. "You can't. Rebecca is just going to think you were the one who fought with him. She'll blame you for hurting him."
I shook my head. "No she won't. She knows I wouldn't fight with him for no reason."
"You don't get how much Rebecca is under his control," Lubbock whispered to me fiercely. "There is a reason why I am coming up with this obnoxious plan to tear them apart. Rebecca can't get it through her head that William is not the perfect boyfriend. He is her first love, and she will do anything to keep that image of him alive. Trust me."
Those last words she said so forcefully that it made me pause. My hand was on the doorknob, but I was turning it. Instead I stood there, staring at Lubbock and there was something in her eyes…. So there we stood, her hands still holding onto my hand, her grip still strong. And in silence, we stood hearing William shuffle past us, laughing into his cell phone and talking to someone we both knew wasn't Rebecca.
Another minute passed and William was gone. I was the first one to pull my hand away from her and Lubbock immediately released her hands from me. Suddenly the atmosphere in the closet turned awkward.
Realizing that we were in a confined space together, I immediately turned around and started to turn the knob of the door.
"Let's get out of here," I muttered. I turned the knob and pushed the door but nothing happened.
"Why aren't you getting out?" Lubbock asked me.
I didn't answer right away. Instead I started to push the door harder, my heart pounding faster as I realized that one of my worst nightmares was about to come true.
Say it isn't so.
"What's going on?" Lubbock asked, and I could hear the impatience in her voice.
"The door," I said, my teeth clenching as I tried pushing harder at the door. "It's locked from the inside."
"You have got to be kidding me," Lubbock cried. This was probably her worst nightmare too. "Get out of the way, maybe you're doing it wrong."
"I think I know how to open a door," I said, irritated with her. It always has to be my fault if things weren't working out.
"Get out of the way."
Shaking my head, I stopped pushing and stood back from the door. If she didn't believe me, she could see for herself.
Lubbock flung herself towards the door, and she was twisting and turning the door knob while pushing with all her might.
Sure, a skinny girl can totally push open the door compared o a six foot over a hundred pound grown boy.
Finally after a few more minutes of exerting all her strength, Lubbock fell back and turned to look at me. Her face was carrying a sour expression.
"It's locked." She said, stating the obvious. She looked at me as if it was my fault.
"No really?" I said with fake sarcasm. Lubbock stuck her tongue out at me.
We both stood there, not quite knowing what to do now. We were both irritated with each other.
Suddenly, I remembered something.
"Our cell phones! We can call someone." My hand immediately went to my backpack, and then stopped. "Damn, I remembered, I left it in my locker. What about you?"
Lubbock rolled her eyes and muttered, "Useless." I decided to ignore the comment and waited as she reached into her jean pocket and took out her phone. Flipping it open, she muttered, "Damn."
"What?" I asked.
"No reception." She started walking around the little room, stopping at each step, and going near the door, hoping for a bar to pop up.
"Damn it!" She cried. "I can't get a signal."
"Let me try," I said, grabbing her phone from her. For the past ten minutes, we were doing all we could to find a signal, standing on boxes, standing in corners, pacing everywhere. We got nothing.
Moaning, Lubbock slumped to the ground by the door.
"I cannot believe I am stuck in this little room with you," she cried, kicking at boxes in front of her. "This has got to be the worst day of my life."
"Hey it's no picnic for me too all right?" I said, hating her complaining. I sat down next to her, on the other side of the door, trying to keep as much distance between us as possible. "Not my fault you have a crappy phone."
"It's not crappy," she snapped at me, grabbing the cell away from me when I handed it to her.
"We could try pounding the door and yelling for help," I suggested.
"And get caught by a teacher?" She replied back. "We already have enough strikes against us ever since the Locker Pranks junior year."
"That was totally your fault," I muttered.
"You started it when you freaking left that secret admirer's note in there," she shot back.
"I told you that was an accident! It was a friend of mine and it was suppose to be for the girl next to you. You could have just forgotten about it and not hack into my locker and put the red paint in there."
"Well you didn't have to fight back with the sunflowers in my locker. I was sneezing non stop. I had to clear out everything to get rid of every flower in there."
And so we went back and forth for a while, trying to put the blame on the other. Soon we were exhausted with bickering at each other and we remained silent.
"So what do we do?" I asked her after a moment.
She shrugged. "Wait for the janitor to open the closet. Marco won't tell anyone what happened."
Marco was everyone's favorite in school. He was a kind man in his 40s, having come from Mexico. He was working to save enough money to bring his wife over. Kind and humorous, he would always tell stories to students and we would always listen.
So we sat there, silence again surrounding us. I found it odd how we weren't killing each other like I always thought we would had this ever happened. Lubbock was surprising… Not barbaric than I thought.
I looked down at my wrist watch and saw that sixth period was over. Our school never had a bell for sixth period, since not many kids had it in our school.
Just when I was about to open my backpack and take out homework to do, Lubbock turned her head and looked at me.
"Why do you love Rebecca?" She asked.
Surprised, I looked at her. "Why do you want to know?"
She shrugged. "Curious. Might as well have a civil conversation right? We don't know how long we're going to be here."
"None of your business," I said and then looked away from her. I started to go through my backpack, taking out a book. "Besides didn't you say it was obvious yesterday?"
"I said it was obvious you love her, I didn't say it was obvious why you love her." Lubbock turned her head away and stared ahead at the wall in front of us. "Never mind. You're reasons are probably stupid and cliché."
I gripped the book I was holding. "Why the hell do you automatically say my reasons are stupid and cliché?"
She glanced over at me. "Guess you're just a cliché guy Welder."
Insulted, I grew angry. "Then why the hell were you willing to let me go after Rebecca."
"Being cliché is better than being a cheating womanizing bastard."
I didn't know how to respond to that. In one hand it seemed like she was complimenting me, on the other it seemed like she was belittling the feelings I had for Rebecca.
I tried to ignore her, thinking that it shouldn't matter to me how she viewed my feelings for Rebecca. I didn't care what Lubbock thought of me and I didn't need to prove anything to her. Still, knowing Lubbock, she might tell Rebecca the same thing and I didn't want her to see my feelings that way.
After moments of silently deciding whether or not to share with Lubbock how I felt, I spoke up.
"I love her because she's beautiful."
Lubbock looked at me and though it was dark and hard to make out her expression, I knew that my words came out sounding superficial.
"I mean, she has a beautiful smile, beautiful eyes, and a beautiful heart." Suddenly, I found myself lost in my mind's image of Rebecca and my words started just coming out altogether without me really thinking. "She always does this thing where she taps her pencil three times in a roll, twirl it with her fingers five times, and then repeat it all over again every time she's thinking about a math problem. She always gives away her lunch to anyone who was hungry. She always remembered people's birthdays." I could of went on and on with her traits but I realized that it just sounded too calculated. "I love her because there are so many reasons to love her… I love her because I just do."
Then I realized that maybe Lubbock was right. I sounded like a teenage movie.
"You're right; I guess I do sound cliché… But maybe clichés have it right… Love is cliché, but it's more than that… I just can't find the words for it… And I don't think I'm suppose to."
While I was talking I was staring off at nowhere. Coming back to my present surroundings I turned and saw that Lubbock was staring at me. Her eyes were shaded and I couldn't tell what she was thinking.
Feeling stupid for pouring my heart out to Lubbock, I turned away from her, feeling heat rush up my neck.
"Forget it; I wouldn't expect you to understand."
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lubbock open and close her mouth. But in the end I guess she didn't find the words to say what she wanted to. Perhaps she wanted to mock me. Whatever it was, she didn't have a chance to say what she wanted to say when suddenly the door to the closet opened.
"Marco," Lubbock cried, quickly getting up. I did so as well.
Marco was dressed in his grey uniform and he looked at both of us with surprise. We squinted at him, our eyes adjusting to the light from behind him.
"What are you two doing here?" He asked; his accent was strong but still understandable.
"We were stuck in here," I explained. "Accident."
As if that reason was enough for him, Marco shrugged and said, "Okay." He then went into the room and reached for the vacuum cleaner.
Without another word, both Lubbock and I rushed out of the room, happy to breathe the air of freedom.
We both started walking down the hall, and then when we got out of school, we both stood on the steps not making a move to leave.
I wasn't quite sure if I was suppose to say goodbye to her or to tell her to keep whatever I told her a secret. It seemed strange how we had started off fighting, where she insulted me to the extreme, and then to me confiding to her out of nowhere. I wasn't sure where my mind was exactly and my head was hurting from trying to sort out exactly what happened today.
"I guess I should go," I said, awkwardly. Then without really making eye contact with Lubbock, I started walking down the steps. The farther away I am from this girl the more sense I'll have back.
"Hey!" Lubbock called out from behind me. Stopping in my tracks, I stood there and turned around. Lubbock was walking down the stairs and then she passed me and stopped a few steps lower than where I was standing.
"Tomorrow, meet me at Dan's at 12 sharp." She started walking away.
Tomorrow was a Saturday. Confused I called out to her, "Why?"
She stopped walking. Looking up at me, I was suddenly taken a back. There was no arrogant smile or bitter smirk on her face nor was there a hard scary glare. Instead, she had a small smile touching her lips, and it seemed to be a human smile, sincere and almost sad for some reason.
"Because," she said, loudly, "Rebecca deserves cliché."
And with that, she walked away, leaving me speechless and all the more confused and for some reason, I was smiling a little bit too.
So I was hit with sudden inspiration to continue this story. Plus it's going to be my NaNo story and hopefully I will finish this story! Yay! Anyway with this story, I'm just going to write whatever my mind wants, and I'm really on a roll with this story. So please ignore any grammar mistakes. I'm just going with the flow, even if that flow is bumpy and filled with problems of word tenses, word choice, and punctuation.