Today, I was made to suffer. Pretty much everywhere I went, The Quarterback was there, with The Girlfriend. Normally, I can go days without laying eyes on him but today his presence was unavoidable, or at least that's how it felt. In the morning, he was near my locker, playing with her hair and making her giggle. At lunch he was at the next table, feeding her yoghurt (Key Lime Pie, non fat). In Math, he was passing her notes that made her blush a delicious pink.
I was in a foul mood all day, so foul that Stu fell out with me and refused to lend me his Spanish textbook. He said he was sick of my moods, that I was always like this nowadays and I had permanent PMS. I said he ought to know how that felt, being such a GIRL himself, and he said was that the best I could do and stormed off. I am turning into a Douche myself - it's contagious.
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The Quarterback Dilemma
Teen FictionTwo eventful months in the senior year of a teenage girl.
