I'm So Confused...

The Boys

I hate boys. There so stupid! And cute. But stupid!

I used to think I was a tomboy. Heck, I related to being a boy more than a girl at times! And then the 5th grade happened. When we girls grew up and realized exactly what we were dealing with. But, It's not all bad. Some guys are actually pretty nice and cool. But, guys as a whole, they suck. Especially the ones that like you. And the onse that you thought liked you. NAd the ones that actually hate you...anyways

From what I know, there are many different kinds of boys. The cuties, the spoiled, the "morally perfect" ones, the overly smart ones, the class clowns, the attention hogs, and the loners. These almost never merged together. I mean, sometimes they did. But that barely ever happened. And the worse part is, each of them and their own weird...quirks...

The cuties. Legit, everyone liked them. Except for me. I hated them so much. Ther were so rude! Legit, the most popular one had punched a girl for touching his pencil. A PENCIL! A FREAKING PENCIL! AND EVERYONE JUST IGNORED THAT AND FLED TO HIM LIKE "You're so strong!" and "You're so confident!" And I was just sitting there on the floor like "Seriously? So no one's gonna help me? That's great." I tried to go to the principal, and she said that I had no proof that he punched me. Even though there was a giant bruise on the right side of my face. Sometimes, I wish I was able to control people with my looks. Unfortunately, I was born with 2 very beautiful parents. And you know what they say. Even though I do have an older sister, I still ended up the ugly one. Maybe that's why he...nah.

Then, there are the spoiled ones. The ones that are all "prim and proper" and talk in a fake British accent. All of them wear white and they always say "please" and "thank you." They never play outside. They somehow always get out of gym class simply because their dads say so. And that doesn't seem like a big deal until you realize that their dad's make more money than it took to build the school so they are pretty scary to the administrators. Their food must be, and I quote, "Organic, Gluten-free, Sugar-free, under 150 calories, made in a nut-free facility, and not have any byproduct or antibiotics." Yes, that is an actual thing I heard from this one kid who used to sit next to me. I say "used to" because I moved because he kept asking me questions about my lunch. But, it gets worse.

The Morally Perfect. Moral Compass. They never break the rules, and they never lie, or cheat, or say anything. Now, they also are the nicest. But, too nice. If anyone in the room is doing something out of line, they snitch. They never hit girls, which isn't bad. But they also are way too polite. Lighten up! Whenever you talk to me, you don't have to act like you're talking to the queen or something like that. "Yes, ma'am." and "No' ma'am" STOP CALLING ME MA'AM! Like, chill out! I get you're trying to be respectful but not everything is a freaking addition before royalty. I might be the queen of the school, but I'm not an actual queen. STAPH IT! You're like a worser version of...nevermind.

The "Hi, let me tell you a bunch of useless information about things that you have or do even though you didn't ask for it" squad. They aren't even nerds! They are worse. They might as well take over the class because they always correct the teacher. "Um, sorry but that's not true" Dude. We're talking about how to pronounce a word. We don't need the entire historical background on the word "coy." We get it, you're smart. No need to brag. I honestly think their brains are so filled with large words and useless knowledge and information about everything that there's not enough room for them to realize that they need to shut up sometimes. Just saying. And sometimes, there's that one boy who just astonishes you with all he knows...nevermind its not important.

The class clowns. Ok, I get it, you're funny. you got jokes, ok? But there's absolutely no need for you to say something every single time the teacher says something. "Who knows about the skeletal system?" "Why are you asking us? You should know." "I'm asking the class. Not stop interrupting." "Sorry, this lesson is just wearing me down to the bone" "Get out of my class" And it's pretty much nonstop puns, and a lot of annoying interruptions. They think they are funny when, in reality, they really aren't. The only joke there is them. In fact, this sometimes comes naturally. Like there's things one guy I know..knew that would always make me smile and laugh without even trying...sorry, I got off topic. Where were we? Oh, right!

The attention hogs. These guys legit are so freaking loud! And they are always like "Dude, come check this out!" when all they did was they made a mark. They over exaggerate everything. One time, one of them dropped a crayon. "Dangit! I dropped it! WHY DID I DROP IT! I HATE DROPPING. Dude, come here! You're not gonna believe this! I was walking to my seat when I dropped a crayon. A CRAYON! LIKE HOW I WAS CARRYING THEM SO PERFECTLY. This is just too much for me" Please, do us all a favor and SHUT YOUR MOUTH! Not everything is about you! In my mind, there was this one kid that i always thought of but...it doesn't matter anymore. Or does it? I don't kow. Where was I again? Oh, here. Guess I can't hide the truth forever...

And then, there are my favorite people. They are a perfect combination of the cuties, the moral compasses, and the smart ones. They are so polite, but they know how to have fun. They are so freaking kind! They always compliment you, and they always make you feel better when you just want to cry. And, they don't look all that bad! But, at my school, there are only one of these kids. Dallas. Dallas Hearth. He's so amazing! And perfect and sweet and kind and cute and just gives me all kinds of feelings! Everyone says that we have a crush on each other, but we're just friends that are extremely close and have known each other from birth. You see...

Dallas' mom and my mom were friends from high school. And they ended up having a baby on the same day at the same time in the same hospital, rooms right next door to each other. Like, if that's not over-obsessive, I don't know what is. But, anyways, back to Dallas. You see, since this was a very small hospital at the time, there weren't many places for them to keep us. There were 2 babies and only 1 spot. So, they put us together. I think that's where it all started. And, according to our moms, we ended up holding hands somehow and whenever they tried to separate us, we started crying in unison. Frankly, I don't believe it. But, it would make sense. 

Sometimes, if I'm being really honest with myself, I wish me and Dallas had been more than just best friends.  I mean, sometimes, it was tough dealing with...us...For example, sometimes, we got teased in the halls with stuff like "Hey look! It's the couple!" and "You two should kiss!" And we ended up not talking. Ok, I can't lie. I stopped talking to him. It was embarrassing. Sure, I held hand with him like 98% of the time we were together, which was 98% of my entire life. But, I never wanted to be a couple with him. That is, until the 5th grade happend. And everything changed with 3 simple words. 3 words. 8 letters. 8 letters that would change my life forever...