Hormonal Headaches JxC.2

Heck Hath No Wrath

She was angry.

Although, livid may be a more appropriate term for the moment. Yes, Cindy Vortex was livid, enraged, furious – angered more, now than she had ever known herself to be in her eleven years of existence.  

And Why?! All because of that know-it-all, that annoying competition, that fudge-headed, arrogant, giant-brained dork, known as Jimmy Neutron. He'd done it, he'd successfully managed to anger her beyond reason.

This exact anger, she'd taken out on her poor, unsuspecting, fudge-ripple soft-serve ... though ... it was it's own fault ... she theorized, How dare it have such an uncanny ... resemblance. To HIM!

"Uh? You okay, girl?!" came the nervous tone of her best friend, from across their shared booth at the Candy Bar.

The blonde merely growled in response.

"Uh ... Cin?" Libby spoke, "... If ya not too crazy 'bout the chocolate, you can always refund it for a pecan swirl?!" She gave a nervous laugh, as Cindy's dark gaze met with hers, and then, suddenly, vanished – leaving behind an expression that could only be read as pure sorrow.

"Oh, girl!" Libby sighed, her expression becoming Cindy's twin. "... it'll be okay."
"No. It won't!" Cindy huffed, now she had lost her mind?! At least she knew better not to kiss someone after years of ... of ... something.
And then, just avoid them like the plague, while making goo-goo eyes at some brainless brunette that you've got some bizarre obsession with!  

For a genius, he was sure stupid when it came to girls!

But what did she care? She loathed Neutron – since the day he'd first moved to town ... and even more now.

So they'd flirted.

So they'd tapped feet in the library - and she'd mistaken for – footsie ... big whoop!

Yes, they'd had a few ... moments – on the island, but he was the only source of company – if Nick had been stranded with her, she'd be known as Mrs. Deen within a few years time.

"I know you're upset, Cin – but, Jimmy'll come 'round, I mean ... he has to!" came Libby's voice, as she reached out to pat her friend's hand in the most comforting manner possible.

"I don't need, Spewtron!" Cindy barked, her glare returning.

"Cindy ..." Libby cried, her brown-eyes pleading.

"I don't!" she concluded, "I'm Cindy Vortex, I could have any guy at Lindburg – why lower my standards to appeal to some dork who won't notice me!"

"Cin," Libby began, "You've been chasin' this guy since he moved here, you've filled entire diaries with both insults and praises, you've kept me up on, like, fifty slumber parties, talkin' about either your revenge plots or hopeless gushes! ..."

"I've never gush–..." but her friend merely continued.

"... You've ordered customized punching bags, you've scribbled his name on dozens of notebook pages, carved your initials into a tree, and murdered a perfectly good soft-serve — and for what, girl?"

Libby leaned back against the booth, eyes closed, pinching the bridge of her nose slightly – clearly exhausted from her seemingly endless list.

"Well," Cindy grumbled, lowering her chin, and staring accusingly at the other girl "... you built a shrine to Sheen's 'Melty Face' "  

"Have not!" the words came in barely more than a whisper.

She had silenced her personal "voice-of-reason" – but knew deep-down that she had lost the argument.

She did love Jimmy Neutron, and probably always would.

It's too bad I hate 'im so much.