Invisible...Or Not?

Lunch?

                The dreaded seventh period; English. Don’t get me wrong, I do love English. It’s just one of the people IN my English class. Now I’m guessing you’re thinking it’s Malcolm. No, I adore him, remember? No this is someone different. Let’s call him…Norman. You see, he’s head over heels in love with me. But…I don’t feel the same. At all, I’m afraid. Don’t get me wrong, he isn’t a troll or anything. He’s just not my type. Short, un-experienced, dorky…I just couldn’t bring myself to date him without feeling guilty of not liking him. But yeah. He follows me, per say. Talks to me, looks at me, just…loves me. I can’t handle it. I’m not a touchy-feely person.

                So that would be the precise reason I despise English. Now, today it wasn’t as bad. We got to work with groups that we chose for a change, so I managed to avoid him. Until class was dismissed, that is. As soon as my teacher let us leave, I bolted. But who caught up with me? That’s right. Norman. I held back a groan as he started a conversation. Now, I wish I could say and describe what we said. But truth is I tuned out once he mentioned how he just moved here. Three years ago. I finally snapped out of my bubble when I realized that he stopped talking and was staring at me. I figured he was waiting for me to comment on something he just said. See, this is why I should start listening. I always end up in too much trouble. I hesitated, trying to figure out how to respond. I glanced around me, looking for a way out of responding. And then I spotted the golden exit. Standing a few feet away, was my best guy friend.

                We did date, quite a while ago. So how was he my escape, you may ask? Well we flirt. Sometimes. So my solution? Tackle hug him. And that is precisely what I did. I ran screaming is name, and pretty much flew into his arms. I turned around to look over his shoulder, only to see Norman standing there with an odd expression on his face. I couldn’t help but giggle into my friend’s neck. And yes, I know what you’re thinking. You’re wondering why I’m not dating him. Well he’s dating my absolute best friend. Anyway…after Norman walked off, I had to thank my guy friend. He was kind of a lifesaver. Go ahead. Call me a horrible person. I don’t care. MWAHAHAHAHA.

                So I don’t know what else to say. OH. I did have a small run in with Malcolm today. And I mean that literally. I actually RAN into him. I’m apparently not the most, uh, graceful person out there. He ignored it though. But well, my best friend didn’t. She busted out laughing. Eh. It was kind of funny.

                One last thing. Did I ever mention how much I HATE lunch? Let’s just say, watching your two best friends be all flirty and kiss while you just sit there being the third wheel kind of sucks. And turning to look away, only to see a different one of your exes kissing his new cheerleader preppy girlfriend. Ick. I kind of hate being so awkward and lonely. Well, that’s all I have to say. So bye. For now.