Disclaimer: Just so you know, I don't own Bridget Jones. Camille, Grace, Pamela, Will, and Alex are completely false and made-up by ME. (Bikkie is a biscuit, bugger off is go away, and pissed is drunk)
Monday, January 25Home 6:10 PM
Grrrawr... I want to die. No, I want Alex to die. No, I want Tony and Pamela to die. Yes, that would be good.
Today, I wake up and get ready for school. I must have a "bugger off" look on my face because she asks me, "Sweetie? You OK?"
I shrug as I eat a bikkie.
"Cami. Are you having trouble with Tony?"
I choke on my bikkie. "MUM!" I cry out. "Tony was a perverted little nerd."
"Oh I'm sure-"
"He tried to get to third base on the drive there and he got to second during the dance."
Dad has a look of pure shock on his face as Pamela walks in. "Oh poor Cami. She can only get the nerdy little losers. But wait! Aren't you with Will?"
Mum looks at me and asks, "Who's Will?"
Before I can even say anything, Pamela goes, "Will Cleaver."
That stupid slag. I should throw something sharp at her later.
Mum and Dad glare at me and I know one of them is gonna say something, so I grab my knapsack and proclaim, "Cheers, everyone!" Then I run the hell out of there. I seriously think I'm off my head. I catch the Underground and get to school sort of early. I see Alex at his locker and I say, "Hullo." He closes it and walks off.
"OY!" I holler. "Alex, I'm talking to you!"
He calls over his shoulder, "Sorry, luv. Gotta see Grace."
"Don't you 'sorry, luv' me, McLean!" I snap, following him.
He whirls around and goes, "What! What in the bloody hell do you want?"
I sincerely respond, "I want to apologize."
Alex is taken aback. "Oh. What for?"
"For walking in on you and Gracie."
Alex slightly smiles and goes, "Apology accepted."
"I was a little pissed that night."
"You didn't look too pissed to me."
Now it's my turn to smile. "Thanks. But I was pissed. So... uh yeah."
Alex nods, then responds, "And...?"
I'm shocked. "And what?"
"Isn't there something else you'd like to apologize for?" he asks.
"Uh... I'm sorry you're turning into an emo kid?" I try, totally clueless.
Alex is taken aback. "God, you are a bitch! Good thing you and Will are an item, you're bloody perfect for each other!"
"What the hell is your problem!" I snap.
"Tony, the dance?" he recalls.
I defend myself, "Listen, he tried to get some action and I didn't want to give any!"
"Why? Is it because he's below you?"
"NO!" I shout. People are now turned to see who yelled, but I don't give a damn. "I don't have a boyfriend and if I had a boyfriend, only then would I let someone get to second base. BUT Tony is not the kind of person who I would let touch me ANYWHERE!" I then stomp away (I love my combat boots right now) as Alex hollers, "You shallow bitch!"
I flip him off.
So now I am home, staring at my ceiling, listening to Phantom Planet. It's "California" but I need some indie/emo music now, because Mum yelled at me for listening to Nirvana. They're too "whiny," she says. Whiny my arse. Kurt Cobain was passionate about his music, is that a bad thing?
6:15 PM
Alex is passionate about the music. So yes, it is a bad thing in Alex's case. I hate Alex. I hope he dies a pathetic death, like getting eaten by a super-freakishly large mutant dandelion.
6:25 PM
YES! I've told Mum what happened and she's letting me blare "Frances Farmer Will Have Her Revenge On Seattle." I love the line:
She comes back as fire, burns all the liars, leave a blanket of ash on the ground.
Can dear old Frannie burn Alex too while she's at it?
6:40 PM
Now listening to "All Apologies." How many times does Kurt say, "All alone is all we are?"
6:42 PM
Twenty. But I might have lost count.
7:00 PM
Alex would know that. On our casual days, he ALWAYS wears a Nirvana/Kurt Cobian shirt. I should ask him.
No, wait I'm mad at him. Well, someday when I'm not mad at him.
I'll ask Grace. He always tells her "useless music trivia" as she puts it.
It's times like those where I doubt our friendship. At least she "sorta" likes Taking Back Sunday.
7:01 PM
My life sucks.