Chapter 7: I think I need Mental Help
Dear Jean,
I am pre-emptively stating that you are, under no circumstances, to analyze the following statement:
I am in like.
A lot of like. Creepy, obsessive, scarily unlike myself, repulsive LIKE. I despise myself. I disgust myself. I am a horrible, hypocritical, waste of brains.
I can't even stop myself. All I do all day is think about him. I think about his stupid hair and his goofy smile and that beautiful flower he made for me.
Oh. I guess I kept you out of the loop Sugar.
I've clearly been too distracted to write down one southern sounding syllable. I met a boy. And I do mean boy because he is far to gentle to be a man.
And I sound like a ditzy sap. BLAH BLAH BLAH I met someone.
You don't give a shit but since I can't say this mushy crap out loud, here goes:
After I wrote the last entry to you about you being a crap friend, (sorry by the way,) I ran into Remy. He was really unusual. He spouted some bologna about leaving me alone and then he kissed me….which I set out to tell you but you had already read the journal. Oops.
Anyways, since then he actually has left me alone. Maybe he finally got the hint when I left him there lying on the floor for the umpteenth time.
Whatever.
So then, being a total wank and feeling sorry for myself (boo hoo , I can't kiss a boy…boo hoo, Kitty and Kurt hate me…wah wah wah) I went to class…and was there on time.
Which is weird.
And in my regular seat, there he was. Beautiful Bobby. Iceman. The mutant who took one look at my sad face and made me a crystal ice flower so beautiful that I wanted to cry. Of course I didn't dare. Everyone was staring...including Remy, who looked like he would like to punch Bobby in the face. There was no need for that though because I did it for him. No one embarasses me like that in public.
Bobby wasn't discouraged in the least.
Long story short, I am in like. Kitty won't talk to me. Kurt won't talk to me. Gambit avoids me like the plague and I cannot figure out why. And Bobby takes every chance he has to make me smile.
He says I look a lot less scary when I smile.
And I hate myself. I was just smiling thinking about Bobby telling me he likes my smile. How pathetic. Now, I can assure you, I am not smiling.
Maybe this time I will make an exception Jean. Feel free to analyze.
I think I need mental help.
I'll write more after class...it should be interesting. Remy, Bobby, Kitty, Kurt, and Lance will all be there. Yay.
Sorry, no Gambit in this chapter…but the plot thickens!
AND I UPDATED!
