A/n yey new month in Lizzy world. A little bit shorter but not much. Oh Lizzy you have so many faults!
Have fun with her.
Love Marsh
Weird week…
Friday, September 4; 7:11 p.m.
It's been an altogether weird week. Darcy's been too embarrassed to even apologize for what happened last weekend; as well he should be because he made a complete ass of himself. I mean really who's that stupid and immature, and then to not even say thank you. Grr. Anyway I care not because I can go back to my strict regimen of ignoring him. This shall be even more welcome than usual.
I also think Erin's a bit embarrassed about it all too. Oh, that and the fact that I tore her to pieces in our Israel debate on Tuesday. She claims it wasn't so much a debate as it was public humiliation. I told her that if she had had a stronger argument I wouldn't have had to embarrass her. She's been a bit surly ever since. I think I may need to find a new opponent for the next debate.
Anyway, Damien made a top-secret confession to me on Thursday. Turns out he was very relieved when I asked him to homecoming because there were no girls he could consider asking.
"Why not?" I asked him.
He just looks at me for a second then writes simply on a corner of his paper: "I'm gay. Don't tell." He then ripped off that corner and swallowed it so no one else could read it.
At first I was shocked but the more I think about it the better it sounds. We'll have a lot of fun at homecoming and I won't have to worry about him thinking I like him. If Bridget found out though she'd make fun of me for the rest of my life. She's too closed minded.
I've kind of been avoiding Jack because he's asked me out twice now and for some reason I can't bring myself to say yes. He's fun and cute and I have no abject reason to object, but it all just seems too easy. If I went out with him it would be because he's asking not because I really wanted to. I think we'd be better as friends.
Here's the worst bit of my week: Bridget finally picked her homecoming date and brought him over Wednesday night "to study", which in Bridget world means parade him around in front of mom, who loves him for some reason, and I, who can't stand him.
He's a sophomore named Trevor whom has taken it upon himself to "flatter me", which in twit world means bug me and call me "sweetums." I don't think he likes Bridget at all and I don't see why she'd like him. He's like five feet tall, thinks he's English nobility, and looks like he's 12.
Good grief, and to think I ever thought Bridget had at least some standards.
D if for Dad…
Sunday September 6; 9:46 p.m.
Daddy came back in town Saturday morning!
Mom cried for like an hour, asking repeatedly, "Why do you like him more than me?"
I was tempted to reply with, "Why do you like Bridget more than me?" but decided it was a safer bet to just claim, "I don't. I just see him less," which is also true.
My Dad and I have one of those weird relationships where we think all the same things are funny or important or whatever. Bridget says we're "infuriatingly similar", and we can be because Bridget is so different than us. I think she secretly loves our weird conversations because she always tags along when we go places even though she says it's frustrating being the odd man out. This is similar to how I feel when I'm around Mom and Bridget.
Anyway, dad brought me an awesome new book about Greece (our place that he always promised he'd take me to) and Bridget this cute bohemian skirt. It's weird that he sees us both so little but knows us well enough to know I'd prefer to get a book while Bridge prefers clothes and jewelry.
"How's my little Lizzy?" he growls as soon as he walks through the door and me and Bridget jump around and giggle like we're six-years-old again.
He hugs me first and leans back so my feet come off the ground (something I always do to my itty-bitty mother) and Bridget squeaks as he throws her over his shoulder.
"I missed my girls," he said stepping back to look at us both. "Lizzy I think you've grown another inch." I blushed because I had. Then he pokes Bridget's hair and says, "I like the new color."
She smiled as if he'd just said, "You won the Nobel Peace Prize." "Thanks Daddy! Lizzy did it for me." I blushed again because this is also true. Bridget's made me dye her hair for her way too often.
"Well Lizzy is quite a hairstylist," he says grinning and for no apparent reason, but the image of me cutting people's hair, we all start to giggle. "So where's your Mom? I'll take my three girls out to dinner."
To an outsider a man taking his ex-wife out to dinner with him might seem weird but for my family it isn't. My parents understood from the moment they got divorced that neither would stand in the way of the other and us. Since my dad lives in Virginia the opportunities for my mom to jump in the middle are limited anyway. He's only in town about once every month or so but when he is he takes us all kinds of places and sleeps on our couch because I think my mom misses him as much as we do sometimes.
My parents got married young and I think my Mom developed bitterness at never getting to experience college or her 20's at all. She was married at 19 and had two kids by the time she was 23. When Aunt Claire got married and my Mom brought me and Bridge to Florida for the wedding I think it really sunk in with her that her marriage wasn't quite what she wanted anymore. She brought me and Bridget down here and told Dad that maybe it was better if he stayed there with his shop.
Dad would visit as much as he could, he even bought a beach house down here, but he had started a bookshop in Virginia and you can't ask someone to just abandon their dream. So he commuted for a long time, but ever since his shop's been expanding and he's gotten to see less of us but more of the world.
Mom's not bitter about him not moving here because it was her choice to leave, but she's always been upset by his relationship with me and Bridge. "He loves you two more than he ever could have loved me." She'd said that once and I've never been able to forget it.
At dinner I told him all about school and my debate while Bridget raved about Homecoming and her dress (I couldn't help but notice she didn't mention Trevor) and my mom talked about her curtains and her latest date. That night he kicked all our butts in Scrabble (actually he only beat me by two points, but he practically played for Bridget so he scored way more points on the whole) and he fell asleep on our sofa.
The next morning we awoke to find our favorite kinds of doughnuts on the counter, (which my mom refused to eat citing calorie numbers) and took us all to his beach house for the day.
"So do you like your book?" he asked as I ruffled through the pages.
I nodded. "I love all the mythology. The Greeks were so weird."
He nodded. "Yeah I thought you would. You loved all the fables and fairytales I used to read to you when you were little."
I smiled back. "I remember being so indignant that the little mermaid died for unrequited love. That always seemed so stupid."
"You were so upset you refused to even watch the Disney movie. You were such a stubborn child."
I laughed at the truth of that statement and so did mom.
It was the perfect weekend but he leaves again tomorrow morning and I'll have to deal with another week at school and all the drama that involves.
If life were like a fairytale… or not because most fairytales have sad endings.
If only life were like a Disney movie. There that's better.
We can work it out…
Monday, September 7; 5:14 p.m.
Everything's cool with Erin again. She was still upset about the whole debate thing so I passed her a note with the lyrics to her favorite Howie Day song. After she finished reading it she turned to me and exclaimed "Oh Lizzy!" with tears welling in her eyes and I grinned back a little worried that she might cry. Eddie turned around and looked at me like I was a magician.
"What'd you say to her?" he wrote on a piece or paper and dropped it on my desk.
"I can't tell. It's a secret," I wrote right back and shoved it down the back of his shirt.
After he read it he turned to me and scowled, so I smiled back sweetly and stuck my tongue out at him. Just because Erin likes him doesn't mean I have to be nice to him.
During lunch I found out what was truly behind Erin's tears and relieved that it wasn't me. It turns out Eddie wasn't "talking to her" and "if he kept it up then she didn't know if she wanted to go to Homecoming with him."
I found it a little ironic that as she said this, my homecoming date stopped at our table. "Erin!" Damien cried and I couldn't help but wonder how I hadn't noticed he was gay before he'd told me, "I just wanted to say that whoever he is, he's so not worth the tears."
Erin looked at him and I was thankful that he'd gotten her to stop screeching. "Thanks Damien. Want to sit down?"
I scooted over and as soon as he sat we began an Eddie bashing that lasted the rest of lunch. We then made plans to eat ice cream and watch "Tristan and Isolde" at my house tonight. The sad part is that, that sounds like one of the best dates ever.
Raving cravings…
Tuesday, September 8; 11:45 p.m.
Serious chocolate craving. Please help me.
Excuses shamuses…
Monday, September 14; 3:17 p.m.
Jack asked me out again.
This time I at least had an excuse to say no because it's homecoming this weekend and I promised Erin I'd go to the football game with her, Eddie, and Eddie's girlfriend Darcy to better advise her on her situation with Eddie.
I wish I could have just told Erin I had plans to lay curled up in a ball on my bed eating candy and listening to unnecessarily sappy songs for the next three days, but she wouldn't stand for that after she caught me consuming an entire bag of M&Ms yesterday.
Stupid cow.
The Queen of embarrassment…
Friday, September 18; really late… actually it is past midnight so I guess that makes it Sunday.
So one of the best and worst parts about our school is that even though our football team sucks and lost their homecoming game is that everyone gets super dressed up and every person within a 50 mile radius comes to the game.
Since it's homecoming week you get to wear tacky costumes all week to school (I was especially proud of my Spiderman pajamas) and I have perfected the art of Tacky Day. Then today we all wore our homemade Morris High t-shirts, which me and Bridge spent all of Thursday night making, and are especially sparkly and colorful. It's really weird because they coordinate colors to the specific classes (seniors are pink, juniors are lime, sophomores are blue, and freshmen are black) so all day you just see swarms of specific colors coming at you. So spirit week was embarrassing but fun.
Now for the real embarrassment:
So me and Erin totally decked ourselves out in everything lime green we could find for the game tonight. We looked like idiots with tattoos all over out faces and pom-poms shoved almost everywhere they'd stay, but it was all fun and we were excited about it. Turns out Eddie and Darcy thought it much less fun, but honestly who just wears a white t-shirt to the Homecoming football game?
Erin and I were on total sugar highs because we ate the rest of my stash of candy bars and I must admit we were a bit giggly which Darcy especially seemed to scorn, Eddie actually thought it was funny. For the entire ride to the game I made Darcy blast some of the worst music one has ever heard (actually I just hit him on the arm every time he tried to turn it off and eventually he gave up.) and me and Erin danced like idiots and did the robot on way too many occasions.
Once we got to the game Jackilyn quickly found us and attached herself to Darcy which made me laugh at the sheer misery on his face. Everything between Erin and Eddie seemed fine to me and he looked like it was the most fun he'd ever had at a football game. The three of us cheered and even managed to get our section to do the wave at least three times. After every time we did this Jackilyn would whisper to Darcy, quite audibly, "Can you believe them?" or even on one occasion, "Are they high?" but this just made me want to do it again.
At half time none other than Bridget comes and jumps on my back and Trevor follows right behind her then grabs my hand and says, "Lizzy dearest you look ravishing!" and I just laugh him off because I'm having too much fun to care. I also notice Erin and Eddie giggling and Jackilyn looking quite smug.
Bridget and Trevor stand with us in line for the snack bar, but mostly because Bridget wanted me to buy her water and talk to Darcy. "Hey Darcy!" she says smiling and I can't help but wonder why she's wearing pink when her class' color is definitely black.
"Hi Bridget," he replies politely but reluctantly and I scowl because he has no reason to be proud, Jackilyn scows too but I'm guessing not for the same reason.
If Bridget were smart she would have taken her water and left but instead she smiles and speaks to Darcy again, "You really do look hot tonight Darcy," and I blush for her sake.
"Er… thanks?" he says but he didn't sound much excited by it.
Stupid Bridget still doesn't shut her mouth, "So are you-" she begins, so I shut it for her by squeaking out an "Oh Bridget look at him!" because I know Bridget well enough to know a hot guy would distract her.
"Ooh where?" she asks all excited and even Jackilyn and Erin turn to look.
I point to Tommy Jones, who's actually really cute for a sophomore, and Bridget looks at me like I just found her the perfect book to read. "His name's Tommy!" I say all excited. "You should definitely go talk to him!" As predicted Bridget runs off, but unfortunately Trevor stays.
I spent the next three minutes trying desperately to open my Gatorade with Trevor leaning over my shoulder asking repeatedly, "Do you need help with that sweetums?" Eventually I "accidentally" elbow him and he scampers off. After another two minutes I notice that the stupid lid had managed to shred my hand to pieces, and I'm not exaggerating. So then conceited Darcy just snatches it out of my hand and starts trying to open it, but before he could I try to grab it back and say, "That's mine."
Darcy looks at me for a second then starts to open it again, so I reach for it again. "I said that's mine!" I didn't manage to get a hold of it that time either so he just goes back to opening it. "Would you stop? That's my damn bottle!" I got angry really fast.
"I'm just trying to open it for you," Darcy replies and he looked pretty confused.
"Well I don't need your help," I mutter and give another attempt to grab the bottle but he just reaches it up over his head so I cant reach.
"Why won't you let me open it for you?" he asks pretty seriously but Erin giggles.
"During freshmen year when me and Liz wanted to go hit on guys we'd ask them to open our bottles for us," Erin replies still giggling and I scowl at her and jump up for the bottle over Darcy's head and accidentally bump into him.
"You honestly did that crap?" Darcy asks and Jackilyn mutters, "Oh that's so mature."
"Fine," I grumble, "I don't want the stupid Gatorade." I then cross my arms over my chest and scowl some more.
Erin giggles again. "One time we brought Starbursts to the game and threw them at people we thought were cute."
I blush because I was so stupid and naïve back then. I even threw one at Darcy.
Eddie looks over at Erin. "Hey I remember I got hit in the head by things for almost every game during freshman year!" he shouts and Erin blushes.
"That was Erin. Not me," I supply but I'm still scowling.
About five seconds after that I'm watching Eddie grab Erin's hand when someone wraps their arms around me and says in an overly deep voice, "Hello beautiful!" I squeak and turn to see Damien smiling and wearing a pretty tight Morris High shirt.
"Damien!" I say smiling again.
"Whatcha doin' sweetheart?" and I laugh because he only talks in that voice when other people are around.
"Nothing really, but if you could get my Gatorade back from Darcy I'll love you forever," I reply and he steps up to Darcy smiling and Darcy just hands it over to him. Damien then opens it and takes a sip. "Hey that's mine!" I protest and hit him on the arm which causes him to spill Gatorade down the front of his shirt. "Oh shit! Sorry Dames."
He just shrugs and hands the bottle to me and Erin giggles about how the red stained his shirt to look like blood. Damien notices her and gives her a big hug. "You feeling better today Erin?" he asks as Eddie kind of glares at him.
Erin nods and holds up her and Eddie's hands and Damien nods and smiles.
"Guess what Dame," I say as we head back over to the bleachers to reclaim our seats, "I'm gonna marry James Franco!"
Damien smiles really widely. "Not if I have anything to do about it," he replies which makes me laugh hysterically because Damien's been telling me ever since we watched "Tristan & Isolde" that he's in love with James.
The second half of the game went pretty fast because me and Damien talked the entire time about what life would be like if I was married to James. By the third quarter Damien and Erin had made up their minds that I was too stubborn to ever even date someone yet alone marry them, and I laughed because it's kind of true.
Just as the game was beginning to wind down and most of us had settled into the fact that we'd lost our homecoming game a lot of the people started to ebb out of the bleachers when I see none other than my mother walking down the steps beside us.
"Mom?" I say before I even notice what she's wearing and she comes rushing over to us.
Damien and Erin keep giggling beside me and Eddie and Darcy's jaws drop. "What are you doing?" I ask gesturing to her black sports bra and the blue "O" she had painted on her bare stomach.
She smiles, which makes me scowl, "Oh don't be so dramatic Lizzy. Me and the girls thought it'd be fun to spell out 'MORRIS'. See I'm the 'O'," she replies pointing to her stomach as if that solved everything and I just bury my head in my hands. "Lizzy you're being ridiculous," she mutters and then with a final, "Oh bye Erin dear!" I hear her thud down the rest of the stairs.
After I finally decided I could show my face again Damien said, "Good bye," and disappeared out towards the parking lot and soon after so does Jackilyn smiling as if it were Christmas.
I really thought that was all the embarrassment I could stand until on the way out the gate I saw Bridget making out with Tommy by the bathrooms and had to drag her off him and give her a ride home with us.
She spent the entire ride sulking and muttering things like, "You told me I should talk to him," and me having to sternly reply at least four times, "I said talk to him, not shove your tongue down his throat!"
Eventually we got to our house and Erin gave me her best I'm sorry look while Eddie nodded "goodbye" and Darcy just ignored me and Bridge as I dragged her out of the car.
You'd think that for just one night maybe my family could behave themselves, but it turns out they can't.
Major regrets…
Sunday, September 20; 4:16
Just woke up. Last night was long. Scratch that. Last night and all of this morning was long. I didn't go to bed until eight-ish.
So homecoming… where to start? I'll try to stay in chronological order, but I did something that's kind of stuck in my head.
First things first I spent way too much of Saturday worrying about really stupid things such as my hair when it turns out my hair actually only stayed in its stupid twist, that I'd spent all day on, for about five minutes.
Pictures were just a huge mess at Erin's house. Aunt Claire came because mom wanted to go see Bridget off to her first dance. I was actually really happy about this little switch because after the football game the last thing I needed to worry about during the stupid dance was my mother not acting her age. Aunt Claire did awesome and even helped me and Erin do this cool thing where we put jewels on our eyelashes. They made the blue in my eyes look really good even if they were so very uncomfortable.
So pictures were pretty basic and the only thing that happened was Darcy bringing Jackilyn as his date and me having to put-up with her. Damien did so great though because every time she said something bitchy he'd look at her and say "Are you talking to yourself again Jackilyn?" and she'd blush and get angry.
My only complaints with Damien were that he was a little too short so I was taller than him with my heels on and he got very easily distracted all night and left me to fend for myself when I really could have used his help… but I'll explain that when I get to it.
We just drove Eddie's "spoiled kid car" (as Erin calls it) which was a really sweet Range Rover, and the only one that would fit us all in it, and Erin got to choose the music meaning we listened to "Jesse's Girl" at least three times and Damien and I had way too much fun making idiots of ourselves by dancing in the back seat.
When we got there it was pretty much the customary mosh pit with people grinding all over each other to really dirty rap music, interrupted for very short periods of horrible boy-band slow songs.
Dancing was okay but as I mentioned Damien kept disappearing and I ended up abandoned with all these crazy girls who are really horrible dancers. I also noticed that Bridget was one of them.
At one point he left to go to the bathroom just as some stupid Backstreet Boys song came on that no one has even heard since the late 90's. Erin and Eddie began one of those overly close slow dances and Jackilyn tried to prod Darcy into asking her to dance. Eventually she gave up and went to buy a soda.
I stood there swaying with a goofy smile on my face and Darcy looked over at me and honestly smiled. Darcy smiling in itself is an utter miracle but what happened next was even more insane he turns to me and grabs my wrist then says something I wouldn't hear over the music.
"What?" I shouted back overly loudly.
He stepped closer to me and was still holding my wrist. When he was close enough that I could feel his breath on my ear and he mutters, "Do you want to dance?"
At the time I was a bit too dizzy to remember that Lizzy Morgan isn't good enough to dance with someone as great as Will Darcy, and also not stable enough in my heels to stand up on my own without swaying. "Sure," I yelled back and gave a funny face because robot-Darcy was still smiling.
I held onto him a bit tighter than I probably should have but Erin had been feeding me 7-ups constantly throughout the night knowing of particularly hyper reaction I have when I drink more than one 7-Up so after an hour I was completely uninhibited and unstable.
I probably stepped on his feet more often than I even realized because he winced at least five times within the first minute. "I'm sorry it's the heels," I shouted at him my ears ringing from the last pounding rap anthem.
He didn't reply and I noticed he'd stopped smiling. Maybe he'd finally realized that he was dancing with the horrible Lizzy Morgan.
"Now you say something to the effect of 'It's okay Lizzy!'" I replied rather coldly as I pulled back enough to poke him in the chest and turned my ankle in the process, luckily he grabbed both my arms preventing me from hitting the ground. "Fine," I grumbled after another minute of his silence, "we won't talk then."
I held out for another ten seconds until I sputtered, "Geeze why'd you even ask me to dance if you hate me so much?" and when he still refused to reply I pulled out of his grasp and just twirled off the dance floor.
"Are you having fun?" Erin asked me and shoved another 7-Up in my hand at about 11-ish. "Can you believe we only have half an hour left?"
I clapped my hands not realizing how off beat I was with the song. "No way man. We just got here!" 7-Up honestly has more of an effect on me than alcohol ever did.
"So where's Damien?" Eddie asked looking all around.
I shrugged. "Hell if I know!" I answered everything as if I was a cheerleader, with a huge smile on my face and an overly perky tone.
"Are you okay there Lizzy?" Erin asked grabbing my arm as I tripped over one of my heels when I jumped in an attempt to dance. "Maybe we should go?" she asked looking to Eddie.
Eddie shrugged, "There'll be traffic if we wait anyway."
"Ugh finally!" Jackilyn muttered all bitchy then rushed off to stand in the line to get her purse back.
"I have to get mine too," Erin muttered and looked at me. "Liz do you need me to get yours for you?" she asked and I viciously shook my head no.
"I didn't bring one!" I shouted back.
"Okay. Darcy can you watch her for me?" Erin asked as I wobbled again on my shoes and he nodded and grabbed hold of my arm to steady me. "Great. Eddie you find Damien," she directed all cool and collected and I could tell that Eddie was impressed because he immediately set off to look for him as Erin joined Jackilyn in line.
I wobbled yet another time and Darcy instantly grabbed my arm fairly viciously and used it to roughly support me in my horrible standing methods. "Lizzy maybe you should sit," he yelled over another excessively loud song and gestured to the waist height wall where only a small group of girls were seated.
He took another ankle twisting to mean that sitting would be a great idea and put his other arm around me to grab my waist on the far side and prevent me from falling backwards or to the side opposite him. Walking over was awkward because of how he held his arms around me and the fact that every step took me much too long. By the time we got over there I was in severe agony and my left foot was even bleeding. (For the record I should state that Erin made me get those heels because they matched my dress but I really didn't want them.)
"Geeze Lizzy," Darcy whistled when he saw the blood on my foot and bent down to take it off for me. "Promise me you'll never wear these again," he said holding up the shoe of pain once he got it off my foot, then he took off the other one.
"Well what else am I supposed to wear?" I asked sassily back and shuffled my feet.
"I have a pair of Reefs in Eddie's car that you can borrow for the rest of the night," he replied and for the first time in my life I was willing to let him rescue me, or at least my feet.
"In the car?" This posed a problem. "How do I plan on getting to the car without shoes?"
"You walk?" he asked back.
I shook my head. "I'm not getting ringworm. Bridget had it when we were kids. It's really the most disgusting thing in the world."
He lifted an eyebrow at me. "I never knew you were such a health freak," he replied and I glared. "Fine, fine," he continued throwing his hands up in surrender before I'd even managed to reply. "I'll carry you I guess."
"I don't need you to carry me!" I snapped back grabbing my shoes and gently shoving them onto my feet. After getting them on without visibly wincing (which is quite a hard feat) so that Darcy wouldn't know exactly how much they hurt me I stood and walked, very wobbly, back to the spot where Erin had designated to meet back up with us. I tried so hard not the wince or limp or show any signs or pain but the shoes were killing me and my ankles were already swelling from rolling them so many times that it seemed inevitable that I'd collapse in pain. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, for me when my ankle finally did give out for the last time someone caught me.
Without a single word Darcy threw me over his shoulder and after one feeble "Put me down!" I acquiesced and let him carry me to where Erin and the rest were waiting and keep on doing so until he set me down in the front seat of the Range Rover.
We all had decided about a week ago, when Erin made the arrangements, that we would all just crash at Eddie's house for the night, because he had enough bedrooms for each of us and also because his parents were out of town. When we pulled up to Eddie's house Darcy opened my door holding out the heaven sent shoes he'd promised me.
"Thank you," I whispered honestly grateful and it wasn't until I got out of the car and tried to stand up that I realized that they wouldn't help me all that much and quickly collapsed back into the seat tears welling involuntarily and grabbing my ankle. "Shit," I whispered rubbing my ankle. It hurt really badly.
"Did you sprain it?" Darcy asked gesturing to my ankle and I realized he hadn't moved since handing me the shoes.
I looked at him and considered saying I was fine and just walking anyway but the pain was excruciating and I was just too exhausted to be stubborn, so I told him the truth with a simple nod.
He grabbed both my hands and threw me over his shoulder once again carrying me to Eddie's ultra comfortable living room sofa. As soon as Jackilyn saw this she looked very upset.
"You good?" he asked lifting up my leg with his hand a bit higher up on my leg than it was probably supposed to be and shoving a pillow under my ankle. "I did something similar in Baseball freshman year. It hurts doesn't it?"
I nodded looking at him, hoping that something on his face would explain to me why he was being so nice. "I'll be okay," I supplied to Erin's horrified expression when she walked into the living room followed by Eddie and Damien.
Jackilyn snorted from her seat on the other side of the coffee table and Darcy shot her a dirty look then turned to Erin and said, "I think she sprained it is all."
Erin came and sat on the floor beside my sofa and Darcy moved to the other side of the table in a chair similar to Jackilyn's except with a lever that he pulled to release a foot rest.
"I know just what Lizzy needs to make it feel better," Eddie said sounding excited and holing up two bottles of vodka as Damien set out a bunch of shot glasses.
Erin looked horrified for a second and quickly told Eddie she didn't think it was such a good idea. With a simple, "It'll take her mind off the pain," from Eddie Erin gave up and grabbed a shot glass for the both of us.
"Okay Jackilyn gets to pick the game," Eddie stated handing his sister a shot glass and she brightened up.
"Okay Truth or Dare," she said quickly and everyone groaned except her and Damien.
"Truth or Dare is probably the most ridiculous game of all time," Darcy protested.
"It's not even a drinking game," I put in.
"Yes it is," Jackilyn replied to my statement not Darcy's, "You don't do something: you take a shot. That simple."
"That doesn't make it a good game," I threw back out again.
"Okay it is Jackie's turn to pick so we'll play for a bit and if it sucks we'll do something else," Erin replied very diplomatically. "Plus neither of us has played since that time in seventh grade," she said giving me a secretive smile and an eyebrow wiggle.
I groaned again remembering getting my first kiss from Tom Thompson (horrible name) from playing that game. "Now I really don't want to play."
Everyone took this to mean that we were in fact going to play.
Jackilyn smiled. "Okay I'll pick first. Erin truth or dare?"
Erin looked startled for a second. "Um dare, I guess."
Everyone laughed as Damien let a "You go girl" slip out.
"Okay I dare you to take a shot," Jackilyn said and Eddie turned to her in protest.
"That's the dumbest thing ever Jacks!" he muttered as Erin took her first shot of the evening.
Erin then turned to me and after I stated, "Truth," asked me if I really was hurt or if I was just playing the damsel role. I just gave her and incredulous look and replied, "Since when have I ever been the Damsel type?" and she understood that it was a wasted question and that I was honestly injured.
I made Damien then lick Jackilyn's foot and he had Darcy take off three articles of clothing (two shoes and a sock) who asked Jackilyn to lick her brother's ear (she took the shot) who then turned back to me and asked me (I went with truth again) what the farthest I'd gone with a guy was and everyone was really shocked that I'd only ever kissed and not even made out with anyone. I wasn't embarrassed though because I just told them I'd never liked any guy enough to let them thrust his tongue down my throat yet alone his hand up my shirt.
I made Eddie do a strip tease until he was only in his boxers who asked Erin to make out with him (we all averted our eyes because it's weird to watch people that are dating kiss.) who made Damien list the top five people he'd like to sleep with (which I know for a fact to be made up because they were all women) who asked Darcy about his "Ideal woman". This part made me laugh because only Darcy would have a list like this.
"Well she has to be really smart but not smarter than me. She has to know how to play the guitar really well and maybe the drums too. She should be really, really beautiful but not let it all hang out of her shirt," he said holding his hands out in front of his chest, I then rolled over at this gesture a bit disgusted and examined the ceiling. "She should also be able to make me laugh and have read every great book, listened to every great CD, and have legs that go on for days."
This is when I snorted and laughed. "Good luck with that," I said turning back to the group and smiling. "I honestly don't think you'll ever meet that girl, but best of luck to you."
"Why?" he asked me, "What's so wrong with having standards?"
I smiled again. "Nothing. Everyone knows I have them. I'm just saying that I don't think that type of overly perfect person exists and even if they do who would want that? I want someone overly flawed because that makes it interesting." Everyone just kind of looked at me and I felt stupid for having said that. My face heated up rather quickly.
"Um right," Erin rescued me by clearing her throat, "Darcy it's your turn."
Darcy continued to stare at me. "Fine Lizzy then. Who is your 'horribly flawed man'?" he asked rigidly.
I smiled at him. "Dare," is all I said.
"Dare?" he asked rigidly again. "Fine then I dare you to explain yourself for once in your life."
I scowled. "That's crap you can't do that! I don't want to play anymore," I replied not allowing Darcy to do things his way especially when that meant him breaking rules, and I sat up trying to make an exit.
"Okay forget the games," Eddie said and filled up everyone's shot glass except for mine because I'd shoved it between the sofa cushions and was already standing on my good foot. I made it two hops before Darcy scooped me up in his arms once again, but this time I didn't let my protests fall flat and took to yelling and scowling and even punching him a coupe times in the arm. Every time I did though he'd just hold me down a little tighter and match my scowl perfectly.
When he'd finally set me down on one of the million guests beds I'd at least calmed down a little bit. "You can't do that you know? You can't expect everyone to bend to your wishes."
He looked at me just as hard and coldly as I'd ever looked at him and muttered, "Neither can you," then flicked off the light and left me alone in the huge room to get absolutely no sleep.
The next morning I couldn't even face him and hobbled very slowly and painfully out to my car thankful that I'd hurt my left leg and not my right so I could drive myself home. When I got home I finally fell asleep on my sofa watching TV with ice on my ankle and unfortunately still thinking about stupid Will Darcy.
The majority of my Sunday has been spent wondering exactly how crazy he is and how I'd ever even let that ass hole help me in any way shape or form.
6:30 p.m.
Stupid Darcy was right. Just got back from the doctors. Turns out my ankle is definitely sprained. I have to use crutches for the next three weeks. Also now considering dropping out of school. My arms will never recover from this crutches induced type of soreness. Stupid heels. So not worth it.
Let the rumors begin…
Monday, September 21; 6:06
I hate people. I especially hate people at school. I am so over High School.
So today this damn girl comes up to me right before the first period and asks me if Darcy is as good looking with his clothes off as he is with them on.
"Hell if I know," I replied shrugging and looking at her like she was the biggest freak I'd ever met.
"Lizzy, you don't have to be all modest and shit. Just tell me: is he a good kisser?" she looks at me expectantly and I can't believe she even knows my name, yet alone anything else.
"Why on Earth would I ever know or care what kind of kisser Will Darcy is?" I asked back incredulously.
"Well you two are hooking up." I gave her a beady eyed look. "Aren't you?"
"Listen girly me and Darcy aren't doing anything together yet alone hooking up! So whoever told you that is completely insane!"
She looked embarrassed for a second. "Well we just thought… after seeing you two at the dance…"
"Well you assumed very, very wrong." I walked away as quickly as possible when the warning bell released me from the awkward scene.
I'd like to say that, apart from that one isolated incident, my insane behavior went completely unnoticed but that would be a lie. I got at least three girls asking me how he was, two separate guys I don't even know asked me out, and this one girl was literally crying so I hard I couldn't understand her and even Erin asked me during lunch if I was sleeping with Will Darcy.
I can't honestly believe that people think me and Darcy would ever do anything. I despise him and based on his steely actions today in Humanities I'd say the feeling's mutual. (He was really cold. Acted like no one was there. Didn't even move his head in any direction but forward.)
God the idea of it is repulsive.
People are like obsessed with it. No one's even mentioned my new crutch companions. Well except Jo who laughed when she saw me and quickly pointed out the bright side that I no longer had to change for dance.
The week from hell…
Friday, September 25; 3:56 p.m.
This week has been horrible. I really wish my stupid pain killers for my ankle worked for my head too. I'm not even allowed to take any migraine medicine because that'd be "mixing medications"!
It's horrible. Every single day this week got progressively worse. It seems that no matter what I tell people they still seem to think that Darcy and I are sleeping together despite the fact that we don't even acknowledge each other's presence. Even Erin says our relationship is suspicious. "He was acting particularly entranced by you at the dance and you have to admit there's a spark between the two of you guys."
I spat at this idea. "There's no spark between me and Darcy. The only feelings we share is hatred and disdain."
She looked at me and smiled. "I know that but the rest of the school seems to think you're having a secret love affair."
"Leave it too high school girls to find a trashy romance novel in any situation."
On top of all that crap, which I have now decided to ignore completely and just tell people to fuck off, my ankle is swelling even bigger everyday so I now have to spend the entire weekend with my ankle elevated watching horrible made-for-TV movies because the drugs make me too dizzy to drive to the movie store. So while everyone else heads out to see the new pirate movie, Bridget and Erin among them (although separately), I'm stuck at home having a date with my favorite sofa.
The greatest guy I've ever met and the least…
Saturday, September 26; 11:30-something
So last night very much did not suck.
Super-sweet Jack showed up at my house at 7-ish with movies (How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days and Anchorman; we watched Anchorman) and a pint of Starbucks coffee ice cream.
"You said this was your perfect date," he exclaimed when a semi-googly eyed Bridget let him into the house and when he kissed me on the cheek she scowled and walked out.
"That is way too sweet," I exclaimed a bit more girly than my liking.
He shrugged and looked cocky. "What can I say…?"
We watched the movie and I ate way too much of the ice cream. It was fun but quiet, except when he continually quoted the next line in the movie, until around ten when Erin called in tears saying she was coming over.
She looked pretty startled to see Jack there but he scurried off pretty quickly and she took no time to ask the dreaded question. "So Lizzy may I ask?"
I scowled. "There's nothing to ask about. He just showed up." She just smirked and I quickly changed the topic because after that appearance I was tempted to be attracted to Jack.
"So what's the big, big fiasco?"
She suddenly stopped smiling and looked down at the floor. "We broke up."
"What?" I practically yelled back.
"Eddie says he thinks we should just be friends," she muttered.
"Oh, that jerk!"
"Lizzy don't say that. Eddie is not a jerk. He's really sweet."
"Sweet? Erin sweet guys don't just brake up with you for no reason," I replied disbelieving that she'd actually defend him.
"He really did seem upset to do it."
I rolled my eyes.
"Lizzy really don't be mean to him. I still really like him." As she said this she looked so downcast and hopeless that I felt so bad for being so rude.
We spent the rest of the night with me allowing her to drill me on Jack while watching How to Lose a Guy. Eventually she fell asleep on my small sofa, and woke me up twice due to her snoring.
Sometimes I don't understand how Erin can be so nice.
Stupid Eddie…
Monday, September 28; 4:15 p.m.
Today Eddie decided to change seats for Humanities. He purposefully asked the teacher if he could try a new spot out because he's being "distracted" in his old seat. (Or at least that's what I assumed.) Luckily though he ended up in Jack's seat, which means Jack now has his.
The only bad part of this situation is now that Jack has had his "first date" he acts as if we're dating and Darcy shoots bullets across the aisle at the two of us every five seconds. Like he has any right to be so rude to Jack. He acts as if the whole world should bend to his whims. Well I speak for me and Jack when I say that we do not bend especially for self-absorbed pricks.
Also now that Jack sat with me at lunch and we're seen together on more than one occasion throughout the day it seems to help feed the rumors. I've now taken on the role of stupid bimbo that cheats on the poor little Darcy with his ex-best friend and breaks his heart.
Please like Darcy even has a heart. He's the tin man in every way shape and form.