Thursday, September 20 6:42 p.m.
Dear Diary,
I know that I don't write in you very often, but I just thought that today seemed like a great day to tell you how I feel about this life that I live in. My high school life. Now I know that about 98% of the people on earth have never had a perfect high school life (don't really know about the other 2%), but sometimes I wonder why certain things happen to me. I mean, what did I possibly do to make the universe so angry at me?
Maybe ditching Daniel has something to do with it. Hmmm. I do know for sure though, that from now on I'm going to have to stay as far away from that boy as possible. Why you may ask? I'll tell you:
I was just walking down the 3100 hall (third floor), minding my own business when out pop's Daniel Crass. Almost literally. I mean, I almost jumped that's how mischievous he was. (Went on one date with him, didn't turn out so well, so I ditched him. But I did tell him that mom had to pick me up, so maybe that helped.) And then he said,
"Hey, Sam."
"Oh, hi!" Just saying, I was trying sort of hard to make that 'hi' sound nice.
"So how are you? I haven't seen you much, and we both seemed a little distracted at the party. And then your mom had to come and pick you up because it was getting late. I'm sorry about that, by the way. I didn't think that she would mind."
"Oh, well, you know mom's." I said.
"Yeah." Then he had lifted up his hand, and ran it through his hair. Gosh, he's so cute when he's not with his friends, but then when he's with them he's a completely (sort-of completely) different person. I don't really know if I like guy's that act like that.
"Hey," he said, "I was wondering if you wanted to try that date out again?"
"Oh."
"Yeah, I know that other one was sort of a bust, but how 'bout a do-over?"
Sort of? That's an understatement. "Uh, sure."
"Awesome. So What time would work out best for you?"
"Um. Saturday?"
"Cool! I'll pick you up, Saturday at eight." He said. He actually had sounded truly excited.
I however, could barely contain my dread. "Great."
He'd smiled at me before he had walked away. See? I don't know how to handle these kind of situations. And now I am stuck into going on the stupid date with that guy again. Sigh. I guess that the only thing that I can do now is not show off my charismatic charming self to him. I'll have to be ordinary. I can't laugh at many of his jokes, and pretend that I don't get most of them. I'll have to be boring.
***
Today is Friday, and that mean's that tomorrow is Saturday, which means that tomorrow is going to be my second date with Daniel. Hoo-freaking-raw. Well I guess that when I look at the positives of it, it would be that a boy (a really cute one in fact, just one that sucks on dates) has asked me out twice. That's cool.
BAM! I suddenly make contact with someone in the halls. I don't really worry about checking to see who it is until after I see some hands (nice big, masculine hands) picking up some of my stuff. I let my eyes drift up to the face of this person and I see that it's Jeremie. Yes, Adonis Jeremie. I am trying to think up something to say, when he finally speaks for me.
"Here ya go." He hands me my math book. There's something about that book that makes it not want to stay in my hands. Like it's poison or something.
"Thanks." I finally say through shy eyes.
"You're welcome... klutz."
"Shut up." I say, playfully hitting him.
"Ooh, good comeback."
I give him a look, smile, and shove him a little away. He laughs, and then grabs at my waist where it's most ticklish. I've always been so ticklish there, and people like to use it for there benefit. And it's usually guy's that like to do it to me the most. I start giggling, and then I begin to run away a little, but not to far, because I, of course, want him to catch up with me again. He does, and then he comes behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist to get a better jab at tickling me. I laugh harder until I can't breath, and then I slap his arms away weakly, and walk over to a bench, still giggling a little.
He joins me, and I can see by the look on his face that he wants to tickle me again. But I wont let him. No. I put up a hand between us to show him that enough is enough, even though my face probably is very poor at portraying that.
"Hey," I start saying, "did you get the math?"
"Yeah. You need help with it?"
"Yeah. Just a bit."
"Okay."
I pull out my homework and then he try's to guide me through it, five minutes before the bell rings. I'm trying to grasp it as well as I can in a short span of time, but, strangely, it's as if I'm trying to learn a foreign language within five minutes. I just can't do it.
"I'm sorry, I'm just not getting it. And there's only about a minute before the bell rings, so how about we just call it quits. I'll just turn it in late, it's okay."
"No, no, no." He say's through his super sexy, sweet, Greek god voice. "Here, just copy off mine, and it'll be okay."
"She would notice that the answer's are the same. AND that I suddenly became a lot better at math. AND that I finished all of my homework."
"Then we tell her that I helped you with it. Which wouldn't completely be a lie, now would it?"
How can I say no to him? "Are you sure?"
"Yes, now copy. The bell is going to ring any second now."
"Okay, okay."
So I'm sitting there copying, and then standing up and copying, and then walking and copying. It's very difficult work really.
"Tell me if I'm going to run into someone."
"You're going to-"
And then I run straight into a girl in front of me. It's a girl on the cheer squad named Brittany Jones. Or you could just call her Bone's. That's what I call her. In secret.
She give's me the nastiest face she can come up with, but to me it looks like she just through a Sour Patch Kids into her mouth and she just can't stand it.
"I'm so sorry." I say quickly, giving her the most sincere apology that I can come up with to her face. I think I did a lot better than her.
"Do you need glasses or something?"
"No." But I'm thinking, Do you need an attitude adjustment?
"Well then watch where you're going next time, butt face!"
"Wow, wow, wow, wow. You do not talk to me like that." I say as calmly as I possibly can. "I said that I was sorry, which I am, so you can take it, or leave it. But obviously you left it. Now I'm going to tell you that while you have your face scrunched up like that you look like you cant get something out. And that's what fiber is for. So I hope that you've learned your lesson by being a brat to me. Because, almost always, my comebacks are going to be much better than butt face, which is, by the way, from the first grade. So grow up and accept an apology when it's given to you. Okay? Okay."
She look's absolutely dumbfounded, which was exactly my point. "Now excuse me, I have to get to class." Even though I don't really want to go to that crap hole.
I am walking away from her, beginning my assent up the last set of stairs to the third floor. Ugh, so many stairs. I look back at her for a second, and I see her, storming down the hall, her body tense from being stood up to.
"Wow." I hear Jeremie say. I had almost forgotten that he was there. "Now that's what I would call karma. I didn't know that you could talk like that. You're always so nice. I mean, you were pretty calm through the whole thing, but... wow. That was awesome."
"Yeah, well when someone talks crap to me or to my friends, or about my friends, or family, I wont let them do that. So I tell them exactly how I feel. And it's almost always what they need to hear because I haven't seen a one of them mess with me, or anyone I know. But yeah. That's the kinda person I am."
"That's cool. I like that in a person."
I smile, because I think that he just gave me a compliment.
"So, are you ready?" He asks.
"Ha! You're funny!" And then we walk into class right before the tardy bell rings.
BAM! I suddenly make contact with someone in the halls. I don't really worry about checking to see who it is until after I see some hands (nice big, masculine hands) picking up some of my stuff. I let my eyes drift up to the face of this person and I see that it's Jeremie. Yes, Adonis Jeremie. I am trying to think up something to say, when he finally speaks for me.
"Here ya go." He hands me my math book. There's something about that book that makes it not want to stay in my hands. Like it's poison or something.
"Thanks." I finally say through shy eyes.
"You're welcome... klutz."
"Shut up." I say, playfully hitting him.
"Ooh, good comeback."
I give him a look, smile, and shove him a little away. He laughs, and then grabs at my waist where it's most ticklish. I've always been so ticklish there, and people like to use it for there benefit. And it's usually guy's that like to do it to me the most. I start giggling, and then I begin to run away a little, but not to far, because I, of course, want him to catch up with me again. He does, and then he comes behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist to get a better jab at tickling me. I laugh harder until I can't breath, and then I slap his arms away weakly, and walk over to a bench, still giggling a little.
He joins me, and I can see by the look on his face that he wants to tickle me again. But I wont let him. No. I put up a hand between us to show him that enough is enough, even though my face probably is very poor at portraying that.
"Hey," I start saying, "did you get the math?"
"Yeah. You need help with it?"
"Yeah. Just a bit."
"Okay."
I pull out my homework and then he try's to guide me through it, five minutes before the bell rings. I'm trying to grasp it as well as I can in a short span of time, but, strangely, it's as if I'm trying to learn a foreign language within five minutes. I just can't do it.
"I'm sorry, I'm just not getting it. And there's only about a minute before the bell rings, so how about we just call it quits. I'll just turn it in late, it's okay."
"No, no, no." He say's through his super sexy, sweet, Greek god voice. "Here, just copy off mine, and it'll be okay."
"She would notice that the answer's are the same. AND that I suddenly became a lot better at math. AND that I finished all of my homework."
"Then we tell her that I helped you with it. Which wouldn't completely be a lie, now would it?"
How can I say no to him? "Are you sure?"
"Yes, now copy. The bell is going to ring any second now."
"Okay, okay."
So I'm sitting there copying, and then standing up and copying, and then walking and copying. It's very difficult work really.
"Tell me if I'm going to run into someone."
"You're going to-"
And then I run straight into a girl in front of me. It's a girl on the cheer squad named Brittany Jones. Or you could just call her Bone's. That's what I call her. In secret.
She give's me the nastiest face she can come up with, but to me it looks like she just through a Sour Patch Kids into her mouth and she just can't stand it.
"I'm so sorry." I say quickly, giving her the most sincere apology that I can come up with to her face. I think I did a lot better than her.
"Do you need glasses or something?"
"No." But I'm thinking, Do you need an attitude adjustment?
"Well then watch where you're going next time, butt face!"
"Wow, wow, wow, wow. You do not talk to me like that." I say as calmly as I possibly can. "I said that I was sorry, which I am, so you can take it, or leave it. But obviously you left it. Now I'm going to tell you that while you have your face scrunched up like that you look like you cant get something out. And that's what fiber is for. So I hope that you've learned your lesson by being a brat to me. Because, almost always, my comebacks are going to be much better than butt face, which is, by the way, from the first grade. So grow up and accept an apology when it's given to you. Okay? Okay."
She look's absolutely dumbfounded, which was exactly my point. "Now excuse me, I have to get to class." Even though I don't really want to go to that crap hole.
I am walking away from her, beginning my assent up the last set of stairs to the third floor. Ugh, so many stairs. I look back at her for a second, and I see her, storming down the hall, her body tense from being stood up to.
"Wow." I hear Jeremie say. I had almost forgotten that he was there. "Now that's what I would call karma. I didn't know that you could talk like that. You're always so nice. I mean, you were pretty calm through the whole thing, but... wow. That was awesome."
"Yeah, well when someone talks crap to me or to my friends, or about my friends, or family, I wont let them do that. So I tell them exactly how I feel. And it's almost always what they need to hear because I haven't seen a one of them mess with me, or anyone I know. But yeah. That's the kinda person I am."
"That's cool. I like that in a person."
I smile, because I think that he just gave me a compliment.
"So, are you ready?" He asks.
"Ha! You're funny!" And then we walk into class right before the tardy bell rings.
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