Georgie POV
Yeah… of course I'm bullshitting right now.
What "discovery"? This is a high-school science fair, not some breakthrough that'll change the course of humanity.
Well, except for whatever Sheldon's doing.
Sure, he's got calculations, formulas, all that stuff he studied or researched.
And honestly? I believe his math checks out. But still—it's all on paper. It's theory, not something tested or proven yet.
Yeah, I am talking about Asteroid tracking and deflecting he has now.
But me?
Come on.
I'm just a musician.
How am I supposed to make something amazing like I said earlier?
There's no way.
Still… I can see some people looking impressed by what's inside the suitcase we brought.
Yeah—bullshitting is one of the strongest weapons when it comes to selling.
Once the crowd gets hooked, they're flies caught in a spider's web.
And the whole suit, the sunglasses, the calm, mysterious entrance? That's all part of it. It gets people wondering.
Why's he wearing a suit? Why the shades? Who are these people with him? Why? Why? Why?
As long as they're curious about what I'm doing… I own them.
"Ladies and gentlemen…" I said, pulling out the DIY plasma gun I made from scrap materials and a gas lighter with a piezoelectric spark igniter.
"This," I continued, holding it up dramatically, "is a futuristic weapon that our Lab made right now."
Yeah, more bullshit.
I could feel James and Kayla rolling their eyes behind me.
I'd painted the thing with streaks of blue to make it look more Futuristic and a little bit of mysterious.
(Only illustration from AI)
I could see Sheldon rolling his eyes while Missy's face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. She looked ready to snatch the "gun" right out of my hands.
"Honestly, this is just a sample," I said, giving a casual shrug. I turned the weapon so everyone could see the warped curve of the plastic bottle — the mark of heat from the last test run made it more not so elegant.
"James," I called, glancing at him. "Stack those plastic cups into a pyramid, would you?"
Then, turning back to the crowd, I grinned. "We should give it a proper demonstration, right? This isn't just for display — it's meant to be used!"
The audience murmured with excitement. A few dads in the front rows leaned forward, grinning like they were about to witness the future of mankind.
"...I'm your helper now?" James muttered, but I pretended not to hear him.
He built a little pyramid of cups and gave me a nod.
"All right, folks," I said, lifting the plasma gun and aiming near the stacked cups. "...Let's keep questions for after the presentation, shall we?"
I could feel dozens of eyes locked on me — teachers, students, judges, and the parents with air buzzed with anticipation.
Then I pressed the trigger.
*BAM!
The sound cracked through the gym, a flash of light and a burst of sparks shot from the front of the device. The heat flared for just a second before the pyramid of cups toppled instantly.
A wave of gasps filled the room, before the noise erupted—cheers, laughter, applause.
"Holy cow!" one of the judges exclaimed, and the students swarmed closer. Teachers tried to keep order, but even they looked stunned.
Mary covered her mouth in shock. George Sr. groaned quietly, rubbing his temples. Connie grinned proudly like it was the coolest thing she'd ever seen.
And Sheldon?
He stood frozen by his mother, eyes wide. Well, he didn't know how it works because I cover the lighter so the people can't see it.
As for me, I just grinned.
Thankfully, It worked on the first try.
Students pressed closer, eyes wide at the gun in my hand. A few parents edged forward too, drawn by whatever magnetism had just filled the gym.
"What do you think?" I grinned, looking straight at the judges as they scribbled notes and nodded.
"Impressive, Georgie," Mr. Givens said, stepping in and gently urging the crowd back. He lowered his voice and asked the question everyone was thinking: "…Is this even legal?"
I can tell from other teacher face when Mr. Givens said that. They look at him like he is stupid or incredible for asking about legal things when i just brought a project for science fair highschool.
"What Legal?! That's not important!!!" one kid blurted. "The most important thing is, How'd you make that?!" others chimed in, nodding and murmuring in agreement.
I took it in every curious face, and smiled. "Glad you asked," I said, turning to Kayla. She moved on cue and set the other suitcase back on the table.
"Today," I announced, lifting the lid once more, "I'm giving you all… the blueprint."
A collective gasp cut through the gym, followed by excited cheering.
I pulled out the unpainted version of the plasma gun—plain white plastic, a hose coiled around it, stripped-down and raw. No glitter, no blue streaks—just the prototype, the guts of the show.
A silent fell over the gym. They were staring at the thing in my hands and I knew what they were thinking.
Yeah, I get it.
It's junk.
The weapon I was holding looked like cheap, cobbled, glorified trash. I could see the disappointment wash across faces. Were they expecting something out of Star Wars? Some cinematic plasma miracle?
I chuckled as their interest started to fade. Then I aimed the gun at the ceiling and hit the lighter.
BAM!
The same crack echoed through the gym. Heads snapped back; a few people jumped.
"Heh—did you think this was a movie prop?" I called, meeting their eyes. "Of course not. If I had a real weapon like that, the Secret Service would've already hauled me off for prototypes or worse, death will be my result!"
"That's junk, Georgie!" someone booed, giving me the thumbs-down. "You said it was a lab thing!" another kid shouted, making things worse.
"You said it was a movie gun!" someone else jeered. "And who's the cute one standing next to you?" another voice taunted who made all heads snapped to him.
The last kid shrugged and grinned shamelessly. "What? She's cute, though."
I rolled my eyes, willing them all to look at the judges, the teachers, the parents—anyone.
"Yeah, of course I lied," I admitted, effortless and calm before I laughed. "Honestly, I don't know what you expected after my little speech. I guess I'm just a good salesman."
Parents muttered and began to drift away from the booth. Students followed and they went back to their own booths. The initial buzz faded away and just the teacher and judge stayed in my booth looking at my science project right now.
"Very good presentation, Georgie." Principal Peterson said, clapping my shoulder. "You controlled the crowd from the start like a champ."
I shrugged and let them stare a little longer at the DIY plasma gun. Then, because the judges were actually interested, I explained briefly how it made that loud crack and why it behaved the way it did.
"The sparks come from the lighter's piezoelectric igniter," I explained, turning the gun slightly so the judges could see the glow along the tube. "They travel through the hose and into the bottle, searching for oxygen to ignite. Is it safe? Well—mostly. It's still fire and gas, so it's not completely safe… but it's just a small flame."
Tiny tongues of light flickered through the tube, the teachers leaning closer as the fire danced inside the bottle.
My explanation seemed to land. Maybe it'd earn me extra points who look like I actually understood the science behind the junk I'd built.
Sure, my project wasn't as flashy as SueAnn Ludlow's Van de Graaff generator, but maybe I'd still walk away with first place.
And yeah, maybe even beat Sheldon. Hehe, of course I beat Sheldon's project! He didn't know his project was for other scientists, not for a high school teacher!
Once the judges were satisfied, the crowd began to thin, moving on to other booths. The buzz of conversation faded back into the general chaos of the fair.
I turned to see Kayla and James still standing behind me. Kayla reached out and slipped her hand around my arm again, but before I said anything to her, I heard a high pitched voice.
"I knew it!"
Missy's voice cut through from the side, finger pointed straight at Kayla. Kayla just grinned, smug and unbothered from her pointed finger.
"Don't you dare say anything!" I warned, grabbing Missy's cheeks playfully. "...Don't tell anyone, all right?" I said again while whispering to her.
She puffed her face in protest, but before I knew it, she was giggling and hugging me tight.
"How are you, Princess? Did you miss me?" I asked softly, ruffling her hair.
Missy giggled again. "I missed you, Brother!" she said quietly, before pulling back with a mischievous smile I knew too well.
Yeah… I knew that look… really well.
"So," she said sweetly, tilting her head, "what are you going to give me to keep my mouth shut?"
Kayla chuckled beside me, still holding onto my arm.
No, I wasn't dating Kayla. She was just… well, the same clingy mess as always. Maybe even more clingy lately.
And Fenley?
Honestly… I didn't know.
I hadn't spoken to her since before. When I tried to talk, she shut me down and said she didn't want to discuss it.
Yeah, she's mad.
But why?
I still don't get it.
She used to be fine with my quirky — even back when I was still with Veronica, and even with Selena. She was never this angry before.
I let out a long breath and looked at Kayla, who was still smiling sweetly beside me.
Yeah… I knew this was my fault.
Maybe we'll talk about it together — me, Fenley, and Kayla.
I turned to Missy again. "So, what's your twin brother working on?"
Missy waved her hand dramatically. "Boring stuff. You don't wanna go there unless you like getting lectured by him."
"That's not nice," I said, shaking my head. Then, after a beat, I chuckled. "…But yeah, you're probably right. Maybe I'll skip it."
I glanced around the gym again. Yeah, even if I went over there, I probably wouldn't understand a single thing Sheldon was talking about — no matter how slowly he explained it.
I wasn't a scientist.
I was just a musician pretending to belong here.
"Brother! There's a machine that makes your hair stand up!" Missy said suddenly, tugging on my arm.
Well, I'd already finished explaining my project to the judges and teachers. So, sure — why not enjoy this?
She dragged me through the crowd toward SueAnn Ludlow's booth. A crowd of students had gathered there, laughing and squealing as their hair lifted straight into the air.
I watched SueAnn press her hand against a metal sphere, static electricity making her hair rise in every direction. Sparks of laughter filled the air — literally and figuratively.
I couldn't help but smile a little and try it for myself.
Bad idea.
My hair is long and the laughter from Missy and Kayla looking at me? Yeah they really enjoy looking at me in ugly appearance with my hair standing up like crazy scientists in the movie.
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