So I dumped Nate the other night.
And no, I don't feel bad. That freakin' pig stepped over the line this time. I told him once before that trying to coerce me into sex when I'm not ready wasn't cool, but evidently all he heard was, "When I say no, I secretly mean yes." I know a lot of chicks really do that ... but there is nothing in our history together to imply that I would be the least bit into that kind of treatment, especially as (shhh) a virgin. And to make matters worse, he thought that trying to fondle and french kiss me out in the middle of the dance floor at the Homecoming dance was a smart idea. REALITY CHECK! I shoved him off and told him to hit the road before I gave him a whupping in front of the entire damn school. Jesus! He was a good looker, decently responsible for his age, fun sense of humor, but man oh man he just couldn't get his head out of the gutter! I'm done dealing with guys who think with their junk.
Anyway, next topic, before I get wound up again.
Me and Courtney decided that it would be more fun going midnight bowling, so we both ditched the dance and went to the nearest alley in our dresses. I tell ya: I may have been wearing heels and a dress that squeezed my knees together mercilessly, but I can bowl like a freakin' champ! And in the end we both had way more fun that way then going to a dance with crappy dates and a bunch of classmates neither of us really care that much for. That pretty much concludes Saturday.
Today was a pretty routine and usual day at Gotham County High. Can't wait to be done with this semester: I'll be graduating a semester early since I got all my required classes and credits out of the way, whew! Will feel good to get a kick start on college. Though if high school is this freaky, I'm ruefully curious as to what college will have in store for me. Case in point: I just noticed this kid in almost all of my classes who, to say the least, is a bit out of left field. He was absent in my first period class, Calculus, and from my fourth period class, English IV. But, he did show up to second period, Biology. Our instructor was talking about dissecting frogs on Friday (um yuck?) and this kid raises his hand to ask like an excited kid in a candy factory, "Are they going to be alive?" Of course when the teacher responded no, he slumped down in his chair and muttered something like, "Oh what fun is that?"
Creepy, I know.
Yet at the same time, call me crazy, I kinda like the guy. Not in THAT way, mind you. He's just a character. Different. Definitely eccentric, but doesn't seem like too bad a guy. He managed to make me laugh at least. Later at lunch, after shoving and pushing my way through the crowds of obnoxious kids, I headed towards one of the tables outside the cafeteria near the planters where I always eat with Courtney and Beth. On my way however, I saw that same kid sitting under one of the trees in the lawn outside the library. And - I wasn't totally sure of this - I think I saw a dead bird in his lap. I was going to wave hello since it didn't look like he was expecting any friends to come join him, but the bird started to creep me out when I gave it a second glance. It wasn't dead ... it was dying. And the kid was playing with it. He lifted up its wings, stroked its back, and all the while watched it with this serious, inquisitive gleam in his eyes like a mad scientist at work. I can tell he's a really smart guy, but a little on the creepy side to say the least. I half joked to myself if he was a serial killer or some deranged psychopath let loose on our school, haha.
Anyway, yeah, that was weird.
After English and then Choir at the end of the day, I went off on my usual mile walk home. I talked to my neighbor, Nick, about the usual stuff. School, the weather, other neighbors, gas prices, etc. He said his wife is expecting a baby some time really soon, yay! Gotta remember to get them a gift later. I'm genuinely happy for them, Nick and his family seem like really down-to-Earth, stable people and he's such a nice guy that he definitely deserves to be happy.
... Gosh, why can't I find a guy like that?
Anyway, I tried to drown out my romantic introspective ramblings with singing practice at home. Mom came home the usual time, around 7pm or so, sore as hell from work. She tries to hide how bone tired she is every day but I don't think she realizes that, for a teenager, I'm a lot more perceptive than she takes me for. Mom works twelve hour shifts as a receptionist at Gotham General, and occasionally does part time work as a house painter, as totally weird as that sounds. Ever since Dad left us she's been determined to make sure we get by easy, and so far it's been paying off. Our bills are paid in full and on time, good food's on the supper table every night, I'm in school, my college is covered ... I couldn't ask for anything more, really. She works too hard and is probably too under-appreciated. I wish I had the sentiment to tell her that I love her and that she's a great mother, but I'm just so damn bad at being all mushy gushy like that, gah.
Anyway ... I just can't get that kid out of my head for some reason. He's strangely fascinating even though I know virtually nothing about him, including his name. Tomorrow I may try to be friendly and say hello, see what he says. He seems like a dark guy, but hey, I ain't all peaches and cream myself. We shall see I suppose!