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Marissa's acting so weird today.
She keeps on bumping into things, and, well, she keeps on bumping into me.
And when she bumps into me she pretends to faint so that I'll pick her up and then she yells at me for being harder than a wall and making her fall.
I would tell Seth, but he would label it as Marissa trying to get together with me.
Why?
Well, everytime she bumps into me, she sort of... touches me. In areas that I would prefer remained untouched in public vicinities.
And when she falls, I think she tries to pull down my pants.
Maybe I should talk to Seth. Except... Seth doesn't have much experience, so I don't know how he'd react to me asking him if he thinks Marissa's into me.
Anyways, I'm still mad at her for getting drunk so soon after the incident in Tijuana.
"Hey! Sexy Blue!" I hear someone yell behind me. Sexy Blue? What the hell kind of nickname is that?
"Sexy! Hello!" I wish they'd shut up already.
"Sexy Blue!" I turn around, prepared to tell whoever it is that's yelling to shut the hell up.
"Marissa?"
This is getting fucking odd.
"Sexy Blue!" she says, sounding like her sister. I need to know if this is some kind of practical joke. Sexy Blue? Why would she call me that?
"Marissa, why are you calling me that?" I raise a questioning eyebrow at her. She giggles.
"'Cause you're sexy." A pretty girl looks at me, eyebrows raised as she whispers something to her friend. Oh shit. I'm blushing. Marissa doesn't seem to care.
"And your eyes are..." She pauses for a second and squints, looking at me. I suddenly feel very uncomfortable. "Blue!" she says, clearly accomplished.
"Would you mind just calling me by my, you know, actual name?" What I say is surprisingly funny to her.
"That's a funny joke. You're funny, Brian."
What the fuck?
"It wasn't a joke. You can call me by my real name." I say, trying to whisper. She stares at me, eyes wide. I can't seem to place an emotion with the face. It's angry, no wait. Sad. Empty? Yes, that sounds right.
"What, you don't know it?" I ask, only half joking.
She blinks. That's it. I'm getting out of here. I turn around to leave, but she stops me.
"Waah!"
"What's wrong?" I ask, guiding her to a chair and sitting down next to her. She doesn't seem to notice me as I roll my eyes.
"I was just trying to tell you that I'm coming to your house tonight after school." She whimpers. "And you're going to cook for me. I was thinking a plate of low fat, low carb ice cream and three purple grapes."
I laugh, because that's clearly a joke. She starts crying again, and then she hits me in the chest. I barely feel it.
"You're mean!"
"I'm sorry." I say, but I'm still laughing. I calm myself down and clear my throat.
"So I'm coming to your house after school." she says with a pout.
"I dunno, Marissa. I have lots of homework to catch up on, and I think I'm grounded." Ok, so the latter is a lie, but whatever. She's acting weird, and I really don't want to hang out with her if she's going to be like this.
Her eyes water and she's in hysterics in no time. This gets better by the minute. "Wait, Marissa. Ok, you can come over after school." I hope that she notices how unhappy I am about it.
Her tears stop immediately and she smiles. "Yay!" She stomps off in her extremely short skirt.
Great.
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Marissa knocks on the door. I know it's her because the knock is followed by an, "Ow! My hand! Stupid wall!"
She's been talking to things lately. I don't know why, and frankly, I don't think I want to know.
"Hi Sexy!" she says when I open the door, delivering a cheek kiss and a very noticeable pinch to my ass. I feel my cheeks redden. Why, you ask? Because Sandy and Kirsten are waiting to greet her. Right behind me.
I turn around, my eyes on the ground.
"Well you seem chipper, Marissa!" says Kirsten, obviously amused. I'm happy that my deeply embarassing moments provide a good laugh.
They send us outside, laughing to themselves and whispering. I kick my foot around the water. This seems familiar.
"Hee, I like you." What is up with her? She usually only likes me when I'm saving her from things. Like the Dragon Lady. Actually, I think I'd rather be spending time with Julie Cooper than Marissa right now.
"Come swimming with me," She jumps into the pool, denim pants, silk blouse and all. "...Ryan!" Hey, she got my name right.
I jump in after her, but something is wrong. She flails wildly in the pool, coming out of the water and gasping for air.
"Damn you for making me..." She goes under for a second. "Eat! Now I weigh too much..." There's a pause. "...to float!" Ok...
I try to pull her out, because she's been under the water for much too long. I grab under her arms, fear taking hold of me.
I throw her over the edge of the pool, trying to scream for help. My mouth fills with water, and I bob up for breath. Oh shit.
I climb out of the pool, my clothes soaking wet, and touch Marissa's cheek. I look up, about to scream for Sandy or Kirsten, or anyone, when Summer jumps out of the bushes.
I shit you not, she jumps out of the bushes. I have no idea how long she's been there, or why she's even there, but she jumps out of the bushes and runs over to us, clomping in her high heels.
"Get away, Chino!" she shrieks, looking around to see if anyone's spotted her. She probably should've waited and checked before she jumped out of the bushes. She drags Marissa into my pool house, refusing my help when I offer it.
This is so weird. Am I on something? Did Seth slip me some opium?
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Oh my god.
This makes absolutely no sense.
You can't die more than once. It's impossible. What the hell? I think that Summer needs to stop reading so many magazines. But why would a magazine tell you you could die more than once?
Cosmo-ridiculously-stupid-politan.
I feel like trusting her, but I can't bring myself to do it. Marissa looks dead, and to add to my suspicions, she's not breathing. If the Cohens find her, they'll kick me out for sure.
I don't know what to do. And I'm still wet, despite the fact that I dried myself with a towel and changed clothes.
"What am I going to do?" I say to myself, head in my hands.
"Stuff her in the fucking bathroom cabinet." says Summer.
I raise an eyebrow. "You seem angry."
"Wow. You Chinoees are a smart bunch."
I laugh. Hey, Summer is much better company than Marissa. I guess I could trust her.
"That would be Chinoers, but nice try."
Shit. If she was Seth, I'd be calling for some therapists right about now. But, whatever. I'll see what happens tomorrow.
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Sorry for the lateness. I know, I get worse by the chappie, but I had to update something.