Women won't tell you how they are. You have to discover it. America didn't give Cristopher Colombus a ten-hour speech on how to find it. He simply did.

"Makes sense. I do have a question, though." Doesn't the boy always have questions for everything?

"That would be..."

"Why is it that you have to read this. You're a girl. Don't you automatically know what girls want?"

"Unfortunately not all girls think alike. Specially Mitchie."

He nods wanting to drop the subject. "...Can we just skip school today? Aeropostale has a sale on pants today." I throw the book haphazardly into my locker and shut it.

"We'll go after school, damn it." I mumble exasperated.

"Fine..."

Fortunately, today has gone by pretty normal. No one has dared to ask what happened between Mitchie and me last night.

"So what happened between Mitchie and you last night?" My life is full of dramatical ironies.

"Hmm? Did you say something?"

"Yeah, what happene-"

"Look there's Miley." As if on cue, Miley clumsily balances her books and her monster of a purse. Snickering to myself I grab the books off her hand.

"Thank You." She smiles whilst rearranging her purse on her shoulder. "Aren't you nice today? Did you like...get a date from..." Oh god, not her too.

"Let's just go to class."

A bouncy Miley follows me to class giggling. It's obvious that I'm annoyed. However, the southern beauty is too satisfied to care. I can even feel her smize, as Tyra Banks would put it, burning the back of my head.

"What?"

"Did she accept? Did she invite you inside for some hot lesbian sex? Was she better than me?" A Jealous Miley is typically a turn on, however; this is just a little bit sad. Not because my infatuation with Mitchie was new, but because I got nowhere with her.

"No. She's still obsessed with playing hard to get." I try to keep my face as nonchalant as possible. How could someone ever swallow that bitter lie?

"Maybe she has a high self-esteem." Nate offers.

"What?"

"Look the only reason Mitchie didn't accept is because she is probably too shocked to have someone asking her emo-ass out on a date."

"Perhaps it's because I'm smart enough to realize your egoistical intentions. You don't want a girl who has an ounce of gray matter, you want a girl to open her legs faster than you can say 'Peanut butter.'"

"That's a rather long—"

"And I don't know how this is going to fit inside your ginormous egoistical brain of yours, but perhaps you simply do not measure up the type of person I would like to spend a minute with, much less have a relationship."

The silence in the room was deafening and my body trembled from resentment. My tank of patience was about to explode and I strode towards the wooden door smashing it against the frame upon my exit. The hours after the incident flew before my eyes.

"You finally giving up on her?"

"I wasn't even thinking about that."

"Ok…so are you giving up on her? "

"No. I'm just going to use a different approach."

"What are you going to do?" He asked almost too intrigued.

"What I should have done from the beginning."


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