Hi!
Yeah, I'm not going to do the Bunnay thing because that was plain awkward.
ANyway, hey!
So I ran into thou Courtney in the hallway. It's really lucky that I've even managed to avoid her for this long, and this time, I COME PREPARED!
Courtney: Oh shoot, it's her again. Just ignore her. **walks past me**Me: HEY COURTNEY.Courtney: **sigh** Yes Hisser?Me: Why are you calling me the Hisser?Courtney: Because you hissed at me. It's kinda the way nicknames work.Me: So I should call you the she-devil? Oh wait, I already do!Courtney: -__- Okay. Can I like, go now?Me: Thou smell of mountain goat.Courtney: Look, before you start throwing Shakespeare insults at me-, Oh holy everything, IT'S RAZOR!Me: .-.Courtney: Isn't he so cute? Not that I expect you to understand.Me: .___. Megan isn't going to be happy.
Courtney: Now if you would excuse me. HEY RAZOR!Razor: Hi Courtney. Hey Alyssa.Me: Hi Razor.Courtney: Waitttt. You two, like, know each other?Me: Yeah, we have science together.Razor: Yup. So, what are you doing?Courtney: Just wanted to come over to say how cute you look today! ♥Razor: Both of you came by to say that?Courtney: No, only me. I don't know why this loser came to tag along.Me: >.> Razor: **smiles** Well, thank you. I should get going now.Me: Yeah, okay. See you later.Courtney: What do you mean, going now? I'll come along too!Razor: **sigh** Sure.I wonder if I should have volunteered to come along as well. Eh. Too late to change my mind now. I turned back and got a text on my phone.
LogsAreFun: Hey Alyssa, can I come over for tutoring tomorrow?
Me: Of course. No prob.
This also reminded me to eTail Megan back. And I know the perfect thing to write about.
I got an email almost instantly.
She didn't answer me. I guess she went out to look for Courtney to yell about how Razor was hers or something. It seems like something she would do.
The bell rang and I went to math. Time was already in his seat.
Time: Good morning, Alyssa.Me: And to you, good sir.Time: By jolly, I haven't been called that since the 1900's. Good to see such a young lady with actual respect of the English language.Me: Of course. Not many people understand the utmost importance of which such greetings serve.Time: Okay, can we stop? I'm running out of old talk.Me: I was going to ask the same thing.We chatted a bit, and we got to the topic of tutoring Logan.
Time: Hm, it's kinda weird he didn't tell me about it. Honestly, I wouldn't care. I mean, I tell him I'm nearly failing Language Arts, and he doesn't give a fluff.Me: **shrugs** Maybe it's personal.Megan burst into the classroom, holding a blue slip in her hands.
Megan: MR. PARK, THIS PAPER IS FOR YOU AND IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME, MY NOTEBOOK IS SOMEWHERE, SO I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND ME LOOKING FOR IT.Teacher: o.o Okay...
She looked furious, and started stomping near
me and Time UGH.
Time and I.Megan: Hello Time, Alyssa. Now if you would please excuse me, Alyssa and I need to have a little girl talk. NOW.Me: Uh, hi Megan. S-Sorry, but I can't just ditch class for a girl talk.She got a bottle of water, opened the cap, and poured the contents onto my shirt.
Megan: Hm, well now you can. MR. PARK. WE'RE GOING TO THE BATHROOM BECAUSE I ACCIDENTALLY SPILLED WATER ONTO ALYSSA'S SHIRT. **drags me to the door** WE'LL BE BACK SOON.In the bathroom, I took off my outer-shirt, leaving me in a light purple sweater.
Megan: Okay. So.Me: So.Megan: I just so happened to receive two cute little eTails in my inbox telling me some very important news. Mind explaining?Me: Uh... Courtney just so happens to like Razor? I mean, it's not a big deal, right? A ton of girls like Razor.Megan: A ton of girls like Razor, but none of them LOVE him. UNLIKE ME.Me: Oho-kay. This got from cute crush to crazy stalker. So um, why does it matter that Courtney likes Razor?Megan: I do a survey of approximately how many girls like Razor and how much of a chance they actually have with him. The "How Much I Like Razor" Chart usually averages about a 7 on a scale of 1-10. The "How Much Of A Chance They Got" Chart is about... Hmm, like, 0%. Now, Courtney, I don't know how high she rates on the "How Much I Like Razor" Scale, but I do know that she's got like a 89% chance of getting him. See, it's all in this notebook.It looked like a plain notebook, but when I opened it, there were literally hundreds of pictures of Razor on the first page. If you squint your eyes and kinda get closer, you can see every single one.
Me: This is getting reeeeally scary.Megan: You would score about a 67% on the Chance Chart, ya know?Me: Why? I don't even really like Razor "like that."Megan: Sorry, but I wouldn't understand not liking Razor "like that."I dried my outer shirt with paper towels.
Me: Why do you even like him so much?Megan: Well, it kinda, sort of, started in Middle School. We were like, 13. He was some random dude and I was just a random girl. So, hey, hormones kicked in, and I started seeing things in a whole new light.Me: That doesn't explain why you're going all stalkerish-crazy on him.Megan: It was as if he was a gift from heaven, his kindness and his rugged hair and his amazing smile, and did you know he has a dimple in his right cheek?Me: So, to sum it up, you basically like him because he's hot.Megan: Yeah, pretty much.Ah, the base of all High School romances summed up in two sentences.
She helped me clean up a bit and then we walked in the hallways really slowly because, who wants to go to math class?
Megan: Hey, you know, I think Time has a crush on you.Me: WHAT?!Megan: It's just observations. Could be wrong. It's not like he told me anything.Me: Oh. Eh.Megan: Wouldn't it be cute if we went on a double date together? Like you and Time with me and Razor?Me: o///o U-Uh, well, Time and Razor don't seem to like each other very much.Megan: Well, eh. Yeah, maybe not.We went back to the class, and Time was nowhere to be seen. Which didn't matter much, I guess, because class ended in like five minutes.
So yeah. Wow. A lot of things happened today.
So much high school drama.