Stranger

Being Jason’s friend meant being less of a nerd. I haven’t been myself for almost two weeks straight. First of all, my escapades with Mr. Brett, then Jason came along and gradually started plucking off my nerdish proclivities.

I was presently seated on my bed, watching Jason struggle with my dresses as he tried to find one suitable for a party. I had protested enough about not wanting to go to any party and finally gave up. Jason was not having any of it. He was in fact going to drag me to the party if I posed any resistance. I could as well just comply.

I smiled at Jason’s frustration. If I’m fortunate enough, then he will give up and change his mind about taking me to whatever party he was planning to take me to. It looked like my dresses were giving him second thoughts. His exertions were giving me a little idea of what it will be like having a close female friend.

“Jesus Christ Misha,” he groaned and slumped down on my bed. I grinned from ear to ear. I had put him up to this chal