Super(Idiot)

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    I SWEAR ON MY DYSFUNCTIONAL FAMILY, that he was a completely normal and sweet boy before all this confidence shit happened.

    Literally, the next day he walked in with the same style, but he had gained some sort of overnight muscle that wasn't there before, because he was as stick skinny.

    Like weird buff. Like the type of buff that steroids couldn't give you, so that crossed out that option.

    Not that he's that type of person. Or is he? Because it seems like I don't know him anymore.

    My best friend was a sweet, innocent boy. Not the cocky monstrosity he is now.

    Now he's acting as if we are dating. Which I wouldn't necessarily mind, if I hadn't witnessed his journey through puberty, and had a boyfriend of my own.

    For pete's sake, I had to cover him with my little sister's Powerpuff Girls hoodie when he got his first hard on in public.

    According to my actual boyfriend, no one went through that many voice cracks. It started when he was singing a capella in a solo. In front of the entire seventh grade. I don't think he will ever forget the utter mortification he faced as the entire auditorium of middle schoolers roared with laughter.   

    I mean, I never did. We were called Rabid Rosie and Weak Wyatt after that, because I climbed up on stage and threatened to scoop out their insides and make them eat it until they cried. For the rest of middle school and up until last week, if you messed with Wyatt, you messed with me, which is why I was the only (other) junior in AP Biology who dared to bully Wyatt for answers. What else was I supposed to do with all the wonderful photos of bad haircuts, acne, glasses, and braces collected over the years?

    I will further stress the point that the boy never had swagger and confidence before today. The day before all this happened, he was making me ask the teacher to go to the bathroom for him. If everyone wasn't so scared of me, he wouldn't even have a table at lunch. Actually, nevermind, not even a table at the library, because he eats there. I, of course, had taken the liberty of making each and every one of these lunches into trying to make him socially adept. It obviously hasn't worked, until literally last night.

    Now back to exactly what I started on; I will find exactly what happened to that boy, sworn on my girl scout badge of sincerity and honesty. Even if it ends in tears and friendship breakups -- okay maybe not really that far, but I will find what happened to him.

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its short ik, just hold on i guess ? the next chapter i'm aiming to be really long , but i'm a horrible shot so maybe not lol .

(( again sorry for the horrible humor )).

- ari ♡