Lol I'm gonna try and update everyday this week, see if I actually could update this daily. It's a trial people, don't expect too much from me, I still need dat motivational reviewing! XD

Wow, I'm sad. I'm sad. I'm sad. I'm sad. I'm sad. I'm sad. Today is Saturday, I realized shortly after that that anything worth happening or life changing always happens on a Friday. That's not good, when it's good. That means you have to wait for Monday to make your dreams come true… of course when bad things happen you get the weekend to think things over and that's great…. Unless you don't wanna think about it like me. Oh man I'm such a fool… maybe today would be a good day to visit IHOP and sulk over the all I can engulf special for stacks. Who am I kidding, it's always a good day for that.

I left my house and sprinted up three blocks of street to the place where I can forget all of my troubles: IHOP. I did a happy dance instantly forgetting all the bad stuff. Go me! Self high five! I walked inside and was set up at a table.

"Hey Mattie, baby, you meeting anyone today?"

"Oh Katyusha, you know I find it hard enough to leave the house much less go on a date."

"Well then I'll just get you set up with unlimited stacks," said the stacked waitress.

She was commonly known as Ivan's beautiful busty big sister, but she's too female for my tastes. She was my first kiss, at a party last year, and let's face it… it was probably around then I realized I was gay. Nothing was wrong with her and if I couldn't be attracted to that well then… there's only one other option isn't there. Anyway that little back story was just me giving you a little hint to our relationship. Neither of us were very social, me because I'm antisocial, and her because she "knows the boys are only after one thing… whatever that is but I know it's bad." I laughed a little to myself.

When I had finally gorged myself full of buttermilk goodness I tried to stand up- nope, stomach won't let me. I decided to just sit for a minute, enjoying the world's best and cheapest glass of iced coffee. You know I was really feeling food- I mean good. Who can feel bad when their colon is failing them? I looked outside, hmmm, looks like it might rain… IS THAT WHO IT LOOKS LIKE!?

He turned to look into the window exhaling his smoke, shit. SINCE WHEN DID TECAHERS LEAVE SCHOOL!? He scowled and took one long puff before stomping out his cigarette and walking to the door. Jupiter protect me! He sat down across from me and exhaled regular air which still smelled like Tabaco.

Maybe after this I'll get some ice cream and cry a little bit.

"Yo kid," he scoffed, "come with me."

"Sir, I'm afraid you'll have to buy me dinner first."

He glared at me, with the world's most disgusted frown on his face. He then got up, turned away, and headed for the door. It was then I quickly took in his stylish non-school attire. He could be a pop star, he was so phi!

"I'm flattered-"

NO WAY WOULD I FALL FOR A JERK LIKE HIM!? Oh shit he's coming back. I waved my hand looking for Katyusha for my check so I could GTFO. He smacked my hand down and threw a paper at me, "Paid. Let's go."

Paid? What am I so kind of cheap whore? He grabbed my arm and dragged me outside. I'm being kidnapped by some guy who thinks I'm a weakling. I could scream, I could yell rape or help I'm being kidnapped. That's a good plan! I inhaled and just started coughing, did he seriously light another cigarette!? That gunk is gonna kill him. He let go of me and turned around, looking like he was going to yell at me.

"I'M SORRY!"

"I'M SORRY PLEASE DON'T HURT ME," I yelled out randomly.

"YOU'RE SORRY!? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SORRY FOR!?"

"I DON'T KNOW- wait did you just apologize."

"WHAT!? No…"

"YES YOU DID!?" I yelled.

"SHUT UP! So what if I did? Look, I get it okay. It wasn't cool for me to exploit you like that… okay it was… less than awesome. I uhh shit…"

He inhaled from his cigarette and puffed out, "Oh sorry, you want one? How old are you anyway?"

I stared at him, was he serious, "You know you were acting like an ass."

"Yeah yeah, so what? I'm just a high school teacher, you can't expect me to be nice all the time."

"You're being nice?"

He spit out his cigarette, "how old are you kid?"

"Uhh sixteen?"

"And you're in my class?"

"Sure, I took some online math courses with a friend so we wouldn't have to do it in school. Math sucks."

"… I make a living from math, brat."

"Don't call me a brat, how old are you anyway?"

"Twenty Seven, yeah yeah, I'm old."

Wait what was he saying!? Buying me food, asking my age, was this…

"Hey don't get the wrong idea, I don't go for brats like you."

I stared at him, "What are you saying exactly?"

"I'm saying, ahem, that maybe… in a couple of years, when you're less bratty… and legal, I could consider- that is, ahem, until then this is all strictly platonic."

Oh my god, was he implying what I thought he was?

I smirked like a brat, "Yeah? What makes you think I'd be into you in a couple of years?"

"What?"

Awww yeah, who holds the cards now mutha fugga!? TAKE THAT LIFE! It looks like something was actually working out for me. I should go watch "Angus, Thongs, and Perfect Snogging" to make sure I don't screw this up. Win! Today's a win.

Uhhhh hey there!