Nerd Girl by Jemma Bell Page B

well from the details Derrick shares with me and I appreciate Mitzi being on her best behavior. So far no drama from her, at least none that he has shared. I feel so helpless. I’m pretty sure I’ve fallen for Derrick, so I need to try and rise above this doubt.
    Layla had her date with Riven on Wednesday and I’m assuming it went well because she’s been walking around on cloud nine since then. My normally abrasive best friend seems softer these days. I met up with her on Thursday for a quick lunch and was only offered with some of the details. It doesn’t seem fair for me to spill everything about my date to her, but she's close-mouthed about her and Riven. The only juicy detail’s I gleaned from her were that his kisses are to die for and that they went to a comedy club on their date. I’m curious as to why neither of them has said anything to me or Derrick. I thought guys talked about that stuff with each other, girls they’re interested in, girls they’ve slept with, you know, compare notes and such. I guess Riven is a part of that rare breed that doesn’t kiss and tell.
    Barb lets me leave The Book Mark early today. I have an appointment with Layla to get my hair trimmed. Yes, my BFF is a fabulous hairdresser at a popular salon. Why do you think she always looks so trendy and colors her hair to match her mood or outfit? She’s a wizard with hair and makeup. Since Derrick is coming home today, I want to get a little touch up so here I am, sitting in Layla’s swivel chair, arguing with her about a new cut she wants to try out on me.
    “Jenks, you’ve had the same cut since high school. Please let me have creative rights over your hair today. I’ll make you look so fantastic Derrick will swallow his tongue when he sees you.” She’s right, I always get the same boring cut. I’m taking lots of chances lately, so what the hell, let’s take one more.
    “Alright, Layla, I’m signing your permission slip. Make me gorgeous!”
    “You already are, Jenks, but with my expertise and assistance, we’ll have Derrick begging for mercy. Poor guy won’t know what hit him.” I hope she’s right. During my clip and color, I get a text from Derrick.
    Derrick:
How’s my girl? Listen, the plane is delayed about half an hour. I know you said your class was tonight, so I’ll meet you at Galaxy. I’ve missed your face and can’t wait to taste your lips again.
Well, alrighty then. I think I just melted into a puddle of goo. Since I’m feeling confident, let’s see how he reacts to this one.
    Amy:
Your girl can’t wait to see you and I have a new flavor lip gloss I think you’ll like. My lips are waiting for your kiss. See you at Galaxy.
    That was a pretty good tease if I say so myself. I hear my phone ping again almost immediately and take a quick look.
    Derrick:
As long as they’re Amy flavored and I can kiss you for as long as I want, I’m a happy man. Now stop teasing me before the hard on you just gave me gets me accused of transporting a concealed weapon. See you later.
    Ha, mission accomplished. Four more hours and I get my boyfriend back in my arms. Now that’s surreal; Derrick Walker Is My Boyfriend.
    “Jenks? Earth to Jenks.” Layla snaps her fingers in front of my face, bringing me out of my daze. “Hot Stuff going to be home soon?” I snort at her nickname and tell her about his delayed plane and that he’ll meet us at Galaxy after our pole class. “Alright, doll, I’ve worked my magic. What do you think?” She asks me as my chair is swiveled around to face the mirror. I put my glasses back on to see the results of her hard work. I almost don’t recognize myself. My once plain strawberry blonde hair now has highlights and lowlights in different shades of blonde. I have layers framing my face that look fantastic and the eyeliner and eye shadows she added make my gray eyes pop. Oh my god! If I had my contact lenses in, I’d look like a completely different person.
    “Derrick is going to have