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ÉOWYN
There is only one reason to come back to school in the fall (besides the fact that it's illegal not to, obviously), and that reason is: conquest!
Now, don't look at me like I'm some sort of slut. This is different. This is the year. It has to be! Aragorn is graduating. It's my last chance. I know it sounds desperate and stupid to everybody else, but... shit, they just don't get it. I would boycott school for sure if it weren't for him. You've got to know him to understand. He's perfect! The dude is my dream guy, and I am so fucking in love with him. Hard to believe, right? I mean, I'm supposed to be all like, "Damn the Man!" and, "Anarchy is Freedom!" and he's the friggin' head boy of the friggin' school. How much more preppy can you get?
But I'm in love with him! I'm in love with him, and somehow, someday, I have to make sure he knows.
Well, at least I know he likes me. Get this: I was just standing at my locker today, right, putting up my posters, and he just came up behind me and started talking to me. Well, I mean... why shouldn't he? We've known each other forever, right? I guess it's just that last weekend it didn't seem like he was talking to me that much – you know, when he was over at our place, helping me and Éomer and Uncle Theo fix up the barn. Him talking to me – it was just kind of relieving, that's all.
It basically went like this:
"Hey, Wyn!" he said from behind me. I turned completely red – might as well have plastered my face with ketchup – but I don't think he noticed. I just turned around and said:
"Hey! How's it going!"
Very smooth-like, you know? All cool... Like the guy doesn't mean a thing to me.
"Not so bad, not so bad," he said, with his gorgeous, gorgeous smile. "First day back, you know, so it hasn't quite hit me yet."
We both laughed. God, he was hot.
"It was so awesome of you to come over and help us with the barn on Sunday," I said.
"Aw, it was fun," he said, and winked. And winked. "It's always great hanging out with you and Éomer. And your uncle's just the sweetest guy."
"Yeah, Theo's cool, eh?"
"For sure. The best. You guys are all great." Good Lord. He has this way of standing, I don't even know if it's intentional, but... Shit. I wanted to grab him and kiss him.
"Anyway, I'd better be going," he said. "Arwen and I have to do morning announcements now." He made a face like this was some sort of terrifying challenge. "It's not easy running a school!"
My heart turned to lead and tumbled down into my knees.
"Yeah, sure," I said, with the best fake smile I could muster. "Have fun!"
Damn it! It just makes me fume, the way that stuck-up, pansy-pants bitch of an elf chick follows him around day and night. And he doesn't see it! All he sees is her pretty eyes, and her perfect black hair, and her stupid little nose and her straight, white teeth... I ought to wring that skank's neck for stealing his heart like that! He deserves so much better. I mean, sure, I'm a year younger than he is, and I'm sure not as pretty as Arwen, and I don't have her grades... But I'm better for him! We're, like, on the same wavelength. We think the same. I just get him, you know? And I'm his best friend's sister. That should count for something, right?
Anyway. Is there anything else worth telling about this stupid school? I have math (die, math, die!), and physics, and history and English. Nothing great. Tons of homework, I'm thinking. At least Éomer took all those classes last year, so he can help me out. I guess he's pretty cool, as brothers go. I mean, his taste in music is horrendous – almost embarrassing – and lately he's been flirting too much, which is disgusting. But overall, he's alright. He makes me laugh – always a good thing. I guess I don't plan on disowning him anytime soon.
... And that's pretty much all I've got so far. I might continue... Well, I probably will. If people like it, I'll update sooner, and if not, I suppose I'll roll up into a fetal position and cry. ; ) Tell me what you think!!