I dropped myself on the bed. Uh! I'm such a loser. Why couldn't I even talk to her? I mean or just walk away, I'm such a loser when she smiled I ran off the bleachers. My phone vibrated from my back jean pocket. I was just able to mumble into the phone...
"Hello?"
"Hey Dan,"
"Oh hey Nick."
"What's your problem?"
"I wonder. I only acted like a psycho in front of an amazingly hot girl"
"Oh yeah. She's pretty, but she's kind of short."
"Uh..."
"I mean I've seen hotter girls, so I don't think jumping off the bleachers is gonna do to much damage to your social status"
"Eh..."
"Well my mom's getting pissed at me. So I'll talk to you later, Danny."
"Bye..."
"See you."
I shut my phone in anger. I was a total loser, I thought as I buried my head in my pillow. Why was I such a geek? No wonder a girl like that wouldn't talk to me, if I were her I wouldn't talk to me either. My mom came barging in. "Daniel, are you okay?" I loved how she had no respect for my privacy and just came in. "Fine." i was still dug in my pillow. "Do you want dinner?" her voice was caring as usual. "No, I'm fine" I mumbled from my pillow. "What's the matter?" she was kind of too caring right now. "Nothing" I wasn't even going to look at her. "Girl problems?" she was just being uncomfortable now. I pulled up from my pillow and gave my mom an angry death glare.
She attempted to look innocent and caring. "Come on, Dan you can tell me about it?" she sat on the end of my bed. "No mom, I can't. This isn't something you talk about with your mom, no offense" I glazed at my mom and then went to my pillow. "Yes you can, I'm the woman who gave you birth-" she was going on and on. "Mom! If I knew you were going to pull that every time I wouldn't have been born" I stared at her.
She snuffed out air and got up. "Well maybe I can get your father to-" I cut her off before she said anything else. "No!" I got up from the bed, pushed mom out of my room, and returned to my pillow after I shut off the light. I lied on the bed thinking of what a total complete loser I was. She'd probably never date a guy like me, I mean she was dancing with Brett for god's sake. He was everything, except probably smart but still. He was the quater back of the football team, junior home coming king, and probably has nailed more girls than I care to count.
I burried my face into my pillow. I wonder how long it would take to sufficate myself with this pillow. She was so hot and I was so... I hated my life right now...
A/N srry its so short. X it was kind of just 2 take up space i'll do better l8r
