As it turns out, there is ANOTHER boy trying desperately to get my attention. He is in my Ceramics AP class, though really should not be, and thinks that he is the best thing to happen to anything. You know the guys with loads of seemingly fake confidence with nothing to back it up? Well, he's the king. He's sickly skinny, super tall, and with that comes the hideous hunch if you do not know how to hold yourself. His face is covered in blond greasy hair and his pink, pudgy lips are too big for his round, zitty face. (BLEGH) He also talks to himself...in public...and tries to act all "punk." Well, thats a joke with his short kacki pants and hawaiian shirts. And, he wants to be more than a friend to me. Well, he has to start with being one, which is never going to happen. Socially awkward, for sure.
But do you want to know the worst part? He transfered into my english class right after I did. The seats were not exactly assigned at the moment, so I sat on a corner, all confused and smiling slightly, and happened to have sat next to a totally nice, cute guy who really reached out to me. Aww. I felt so happy. Then the next day, mister I'm-have-not-reached-manhood plops down in the cute guy's seat. Mister cute sees that and sits somewhere else. Now the seats are final. That...horrible...disgusting...jerk. I lost my chance...and I will never forgive the baby-powder smelling retard who now dirties my air.
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