I think I'm gonna puke. Again.

She's just so . . . so . . . I dunno, what's another word for nauseating?

I dunno why I decided to actually meet her at that cruddy Skateland place. I skate about as good as I swim, and I can't go in the deep end of the pool without needing mouth to mouth (no comment).

So I walked in anyways, pulled by some weird 'skate force' or something and there was this Amazon chick in a red mini skirt leaning on the counter.

"Oh my God!" She shrieked. "you made it!"

Her voice made my toes curl, it was so shrill. Like ten thousand fingernails on the chalkboard.

"Do I know you?" I asked coolly, though of course by now I realized this was my date. What had I been thinking? Spiked drink or not, I probably came up to this girl's stomach. She could literally crush me if I did something to piss her off.

"Oh you silly willy, it's me Numbuh 9809. But you can call me Kitty. All my boyfriends do." She battered her eyes (note the fake lashes).

"Boyfriends? Plural, you mean?"

"Of course! A woman of my stature cannot simply tie herself down to one man. Oh, you're not jealous, are you my widdle man?"

"No, of course not. But, er, maybe you'd rather skate with one of them."

"NEVER! I cannot skate with a red head on Blonde day. Besides, I broke up with Jeff, and he's the only other blonde I've ever dated."

"Well, that makes sense." I replied sarcastically.

"I know. I think of everything, don't I." She waited a moment. "Well, don't I?"

"I'm hungry," I muttered, turning away from her to head to the food counter.

"Not so fast!" She hissed, grabbing the hood on my shirt. "We're skating NOW and that's FINAL!" She took a deep breath. "Now, what size skate do you wear?"

Needless to say, I fell about infinity and one times, and I think I seriously broke my butt bone. Gah! I probably won't be able to sit down for a month. That girl was . . . petrifying. And that's not even the worst part.

"I'm glad we could skate together," She said, a few minutes after closing time.

"Whatever."

"We should do it again some time." She stared at me expectantly.

"What do you want?" I said, I guess in a whiney voice, but I was sooo tired of her crud.

She leaned in and . . . I'm too ashamed to repeat this almost . . . she KISSED me! Tongue kissed me! Ugh! I had her SPIT in my mouth. That's gotta be unhealthy. I mean, it's SPIT! And I swear, she had a mustache too, which just made it worse. Ew. I can still feel the fuzz on my face and her tongue on my teeth. Excuse me while I vomit.

AN: Hmm, short and pretty dumb chapter (I've written better) but I decided I better give you something since I haven't' updated in forever and a half.