It had finally happened. After four long years of want, and of trying
desperately to hide that want, I was back in the arms of the man I loved
and knew would never love me back. Guys arms were exactly the way they were
last time I had been in them. That seemed like ages ago. Freshman
homecoming. Back before Guy had become popular and I was left behind in the
dust. That was before the hypocrisy of the high school jungle had torn us
in two separate directions, on to paths that would never cross again unless
one of us went plowing through the woods of insults and torture that high
school used to keep those who love each other apart.
I looked around me, wanting to take everything, to remember every detail. I was back with the one she loved. But why now? a little voice in the back of my head asked? He's not doing it because he wants you back. He's doing it because he wants to put everything behind him, just like he said. That or he's doing it to hurt you. That's it- he wants to hurt you again, just like he always has. I shook my head violently, ridding it of that little voice. This was to perfect to be hateful. I gazed around the dance floor at all the other happy couples. Rob and his ditzy date. Josie and Mr. Coulson. Me and Guy. It was just too perfect. Rob was smiling. Guy was smiling. I was grinning like a doofus. And Josie was smiling too, until she made eye contact with me. What was the matter? The minute Josie had cast her eyes in my direction, her face fell. Shouldn't she be so happy she could cry? I was. And Josie, being held in Sam's arms, should be too!
I was so confused when Josie leapt out of the arms of the man she loved. After all, it was obvious to everyone that Sam and Josie were infatuated with each other, except to maybe Sam and Josie. Which is why Josie should be in the arms of Sam, not hurtling towards me like a linebacker. It wasn't until I saw the dog of Alpo go flying, splattering all over Kirsten, Kristen, and Gibby, as well as the floor. The little voice had been right. It was all a joke. I kept my eyes glued to the floor, ashamed to make eye contact with Guy. How could I have been so stupid? All I wanted was to have a night of fun and laughs and maybe a little love. But now I was the star of my own personal botched Carrie.
I looked around me, wanting to take everything, to remember every detail. I was back with the one she loved. But why now? a little voice in the back of my head asked? He's not doing it because he wants you back. He's doing it because he wants to put everything behind him, just like he said. That or he's doing it to hurt you. That's it- he wants to hurt you again, just like he always has. I shook my head violently, ridding it of that little voice. This was to perfect to be hateful. I gazed around the dance floor at all the other happy couples. Rob and his ditzy date. Josie and Mr. Coulson. Me and Guy. It was just too perfect. Rob was smiling. Guy was smiling. I was grinning like a doofus. And Josie was smiling too, until she made eye contact with me. What was the matter? The minute Josie had cast her eyes in my direction, her face fell. Shouldn't she be so happy she could cry? I was. And Josie, being held in Sam's arms, should be too!
I was so confused when Josie leapt out of the arms of the man she loved. After all, it was obvious to everyone that Sam and Josie were infatuated with each other, except to maybe Sam and Josie. Which is why Josie should be in the arms of Sam, not hurtling towards me like a linebacker. It wasn't until I saw the dog of Alpo go flying, splattering all over Kirsten, Kristen, and Gibby, as well as the floor. The little voice had been right. It was all a joke. I kept my eyes glued to the floor, ashamed to make eye contact with Guy. How could I have been so stupid? All I wanted was to have a night of fun and laughs and maybe a little love. But now I was the star of my own personal botched Carrie.