The Vituperator (NaNoWriMo 2015)

three \\ alona

February 14, 2014 // Friday

It's Valentine's day! I am so ready for the party tonight. God, this week has been such a drag. Sorry I haven't written in a while, it's just that these last two weeks I've had a lot on my plate. Not in the good way, like, I didn't even get to go shopping this week. For tonight's party, I have to wear that turtleneck I wore last month. Of course, photos will be posted on Facebook, but fuck now my timeline is going to be me wearing the same dress in the last two months.

Whatever. Valentine's day. A night of boys, I'll have to be prying them off me! That sounded super self-centered, ha, but I know how I look. I can't help it.

It's weird, though. I'm a little worried about tonight. I've been getting some notes in my locker lately from some secret admirer, which is nice and everything, but what if they're a total creep? What if they ask me out in front of everyone? Then I'd have to say yes no matter what or else I'd look like the prude-bitch that shot down a nice guy. After all the effort the put in, writing notes for two weeks? It definitely shouldn't matter if he's ugly! But it does to me, sorry world.

Hopefully Sasha scores tonight too. Love the girl, but she really has to tell Nick she likes him. It's not healthy to keep shit like that cooped up for long, especially since he's part of our little gang. She'll burst if she doesn't say anything. She could totally get him anyway, she's as hot as me. Plus she's got that exotic Afghan thing going on. She's already gorgeous, but if Nick doesn't want her he'll at least make out with her because he's kind of a fetishizing dick that way. Aside from that, he's a nice guy. If they get together I'm sure he'd treat her well. Big softie, that guy.

Well, I've got to start getting ready. I have to look drop dead gorgeous if I want to score. If my admirer isn't hot stuff, I've got my eyes on Warren. Or Jacques. Easy on the eyes.

February 15, 2014 // Saturday

Fuck. FUCK.

IT WAS BRYSON.

I'm overreacting, it's not that bad. But like. I've never really looked at Bryson that way? Inner circle romance is bad. Bad, bad, bad. Whatever, shit, I said yes.

So, labels still make me feel like I'm in the second fucking grade, but we're together now. Can't say I'm a little turned on by him. He scared me a little, though.

Okay so night starts off like this:

Sasha and I arrive and she immediately melts when we chat with Nick (no surprise there). So I head over to the couch where I see Jacques, but then before I can get there Bryson fucking grabs me by the arm and hauls me over to the hallway. I'm all 'shit Bry your hurting me' and he's all 'wait wait wait I just need to talk to you'

So we're standing there in the tiny hallway and he looks super nervous - like he always scratches his head and shifts on his feet when he's nervous. I ask him what's bothering him, because I'm a good friend like that, and he reminds me that I've been getting these secret admirer notes these last two weeks.

"Yeah, they're actually pretty childish," I say, because we're not in junior high anymore. Seriously.

He literally turns red, and actually starts to look kind of angry. That's when I knew I've said something wrong, because, shit, nobody likes Bryson angry. He just starts breaking your stuff. So I can see he's visibly calming himself down, and he just grabs both of my shoulders and tells me it was him.

That's kind of where the night flew off course. He asked me if I wanted to be a 'thing' with him and I said yes, because honestly did I have a choice? And then he kisses me.

Bryson's great, love the guy he's one of my best friends, but you nobody knows what to do with this guy when he loses his shit. Best to make sure he doesn't. Besides, we'd probably only go out for a week or two until he gets bored. I think I can handle that.

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so, meet alona.

and the ever so lovely start of a relationship.