GEEK RELOADED
"I like to think of myself of a walking accident waiting to happen. I'm like the human version of a sitcom character, always in the wrong place at the wrong time and still always managing to make things more hilariously awkward, as it already is." Daisy Thompson has always embraced her inner dork, navigating the social labyrinth of high school with a mix of awkward charm and a talent for finding trouble. but when she decides to spend the holidays going on adventures, only one awaits her. the massive adventure of love. Their first meeting is nothing short of disastrous-think flying coffee cups and a runaway squirrel with a pack of lunch. Daisy's convinced she'll never live it down, especially when she discovers Justin is not just any model but the face of the latest global ad campaign that everyone, including her new classmates, and best friend seems obsessed with. But fate has a funny way of bringing people together. From accidental photo shoots to mistaken identities at a posh party, Daisy and Justin's paths keep crossing in the most unexpected (and hilarious) ways. Despite their differences, they find themselves drawn to each other, discovering a connection that's both heartwarming and uproariously funny. As Daisy tries to navigate school, endure unending bullying and a massive wave of high school gossip and avoid embarrassing herself in front of the most popular boy in town ( a plan that DOESN'T work), she realizes that there's more to Justin than his perfect smile and model good looks. And Justin, amidst the chaos of his high-flying career, finds solace in Daisy's authenticity and humor. Join Daisy and Justin on a rollercoaster ride of teenage romance, where every mishap is a new adventure and love might just be the craziest thing they've encountered yet.
You're human? Miracles DO happen!
I let out an honestly shocked gasp. "Whoa!" I gave Robot Lady a playful slap on the shoulder, laughing. Sheila shook her head vigorously, but I ignored her. "So you're human? Gosh, you had us thinking you were a life-size Finitia. You see, I've got this cousin who likes life-sized Finitias, and since you were handy and a robot or something, I thought, hey, why not seize the chance since opportunities only come once, you know? Both life-sized and Finitia-shaped." Sheila nodded vigorously at me, urging me to keep my lips sealed. Did I listen?
Knowing me, you'd probably know the answer by now.
"You know. So, you live!" I yelled, throwing my hands high in the air and patting her skin. "With skin and flesh and bones and… pretty much everything."
Robot Lady was a burning glow of red. One more tint of red, and she'd be a flaming fireball—one that'd swallow us both alive.
Inner self: Escape 101, Daisy's ridiculously stupid brain, do you copy?
Brain: (Snore, slurp, drool, wake up) Wh… what…? Is it Christmas already? How long have I been asleep?
Exactly the same question I've been asking myself. Little wonder why I'm a walking magnet for disaster.
I giggled shakily, standing tall and fanning myself. "Is it hot in here, Sheila, or what?" Sheila let out a breath, gasping.
"I know, right?" she crooned, taking a step back.
I blew raspberries, taking one step back. "We should go take a… walk. Right, Sheila?"
"Yeah, sure," she said, backing out with me. "I fancy a walk." That's it. Sheila's got to be SUPER terrified—OUT OF HER MIND, terrified enough to ACTUALLY say the word 'fancy.'
Robot Woman took two steps closer, glowering down at us with steam literally pouring through her ears, cheeks hard and red.
Holy cow.
"Sheila," I said, backing out. Robot Woman followed, and I laughed nervously. "Sheila, at the count of three. One…"
"Three! Run!" she yelled, and I turned, running. Only that it didn't really feel like running. It felt like floating and flailing your arms in the air. Could the gods have sent us a magic flying carpet? Only that to make it move, you had to use your legs?
Finally, universe! You're being useful.
"The universe sent us a magic flying rug!" I yelled, grinning. "I can't believe this, but considering my recent reoccurring string of bad luck, it's about time!"
"Daisy, I don't think…"
"Shush, Sheila. Enjoy the wind running through your hair, your legs swinging up into the air, and you floating…"
"That's the thing, Daisy. We're not floating." I rammed my eyes open, turning to stare at her. She nodded down, and I stared at my feet.
We weren't floating. I looked back. We were swinging off our feet with Robot Lady holding us high in the air.
That's it. I'm SO suing every version of Aladdin that's been made and asking for a refund for my massive toy collection.
I steadied my flailing legs and shot Sheila a look. Robot Woman let out a grunt and stomped inside with us in both hands, walking towards the director of the shoot. I knew that because the guy literally had 'Director' pasted over a pin on his expensive designer leather jacket.
Oh crud.
There goes my already damned social life. And my job.