Picked

jocky annoying guy makes fun of nerdy girl and they fall in love at the end lol. plz review me.

Maybe it was the way he walked.  Or the way he smiled.  When he smiled at me, it was more of a sneer or a snigger, like he was laughing at me--which, of course, he was.  His curly brown hair made me want to revolt everything I ate at lunch.  His football jersey made me want to scratch someone's eyes out--and eat them.  His taunting brown eyes made me want to murder someone and boil them in lava.  His stupid sneer made me want to bury myself under ten feet of snow and dirt.  And just the thought of him made me want to play in traffic or jump off a cliff.  Everytime I see him, I look away and try to hide myself behind my books, hoping he won't see me, because if he did, he might find a perfectly good explanation of why he needed to taunt me and make fun of every move I did.  His name is Luke. 

          One time, my best friend, Karlie persuaded me to go to one of the school dances, of which I hate.  I hate dancing--mostly because I'm not good at it.  And the people getting drunk and laughing and the blaring music and the food and talking and all the f*****g noise...  I just hated it.  I didn't know who to talk to or what to do or where to go.  I never knew what was going on at any time, but, reluctantly, I went that one time.  Karlie was wearing a gorgeous dress [strapless] that her boyfriend, Rick, would absolutely salivate after when he saw.  I wore a dress I wore at my aunt's funeral.  Yeah...I know.  So, anyway, I didn't have a date, but I didn't care.  I would go with friends and, perhaps, maybe even have fun for the first time in my life [just kidding].

                        I was sitting at a table with a group of friends when Karlie and Rick got up to dance and so did...everyone else.  So, I was sitting there alone and I didn't mind.  I ate snickerdoodles and watched them dancing and laughing and I smiled.  As long as I didn't dance, the night would go well.  Besides, you didn't have to dance to go to a...dance...right?  Well, I didn't have to.  Until Karlie came back to force me into dancing.  She started tickling me and well, I'm a naturally tickilish person, so I went, unhappily.  At first, I just swayed back and forth, but then Karlie made me laugh with her idiotic dancing, so I got more into it and the less I thought about it, I liked dancing and it was actually becoming more fun.  Just here with my friends.

                      Just when it was getting good, he happened.  Luke and his idiotic friends and their s****y girlfriends grinding and pushing through the crowds, ruining everyone else's lives, and especially mine.  So, I was dancing and acting goofy with my friends and minding my own business, when he had to come out of nowhere and started pushing up against me and saying stuff like, "Yeah, b***h, shake that a*s!" or, "Yeah, Izzy....sexy moves!".  So, I just moved away from him and ignored him, but it was continuous.  Even Karlie had to yell at him and just as she was finished tormenting him, I slipped and landed right on my f*****g a*s.  Luke, jokingly, asked if I needed a hand.  Everyone laughed at me.  I spent the rest of my night sitting on a too-small, smelly toilet seat, blotting my eyes and Karlie banging on the stall, begging me to come out and telling me it wasn't that bad when it was.  I thought of it as the worst night of my life.  And, well, it was.

                     Luke was the s****y scum at the bottom of my gym shoe and the pit of hell.  The pit of everything, actually.  I mean, can I help stating the truth?  I actually devoted a notebook to trashing him and his stupid friends and drawing ugly pictures of them like giving them large b***s and tiny dicks and baldness.  Sometimes I'd go into detail and add some warts and pregnant bellies.  It was fun for a while, but I outgrew it and felt sort of stupid after I finished it.  Even so, it felt good.  But everytime he made fun of me, I felt worse and worse and then...I don't know.  I sort of became immune to it or, rather, just got used to it.  So it hurt less and less when he made fun of me.  I mean, really, it's been years.  Starting from seventh grade and now, I'm in my senior year.  Nothing's really changed except I think it's died down a bit.  Finally...it's about time he stopped it.  I mean, we're going to college soon and to think he still does this s**t...just makes me want to laugh at him.  Okay, no, I don't really feel like laughing, but I still think it's stupid.  He is stupid.  Okay, that makes me feel a little better.

               Karlie and I were sitting in my bedroom reading magazines and watching TV.  Karlie was babbling on about how great Rick is with her and how good of a kisser he was and blah, blah...stuff I didn't really care about.  Exams were coming up and I was worried.  I absolutely had to ace these.  And I absolutely had to buy this lipgloss featured on the front cover...

               "Karlie?"

               "And, he was like....yeah?"

               "Sorry to interrupt, but I was thinking, could we not talk about this right now?"

               She looked a little disappointed, but shrugged anyway.  "Sure, what's up with you?"

               I shrugged too.  "Not much.  I kind of wanted to ask you something...", and did, but...I don't know.  It was so embarrassing.  I didn't know how to ask. 

              "Yeah, what is it?"

               "Um...Karlie?  Do you think...just forget it."

                "No, come on.  Tell me."

                "I don't know..."  Tell her, Izzy.  Now.  "I...do you think I'm...do you think I'm ugly?  It's okay to say so, I just need an opinion.  Just be honest.  It's not like it matters, I mean, I don't care, but I was wondering and--"

               "Izzy, of course you're not ugly!  You're really pretty, you just...you're just sort of...I don't know, dorky.  But, not in a mean way."

               I fake-gasped.  "God forbid I be dorky!"

               She rolled her eyes and grinned.  "Lose the glasses."

               "And be blind?"

               "Wear contacts.  And...and you need a new wardrobe, seriously.  No more nerdy flats."

               "Can I wear Gap?"

               "No.  Go to Wet Seal.  An outfit from there will send out meanings like "you're sophisticated" or, "you're mysterious, different, defined"...it's totally chic."

              I rolled my eyes.  "I don't know...I sort of like my dorkiness.  I was just wondering about...well, you know."

              "You're not ugly, Izzy, trust me.  But, you really need to lose the glasses."

              "Fine.  I'll wear my contacts."

              She dropped her magazine.  "You actually have contacts?"

              I blinked.  "Yeah, but I never wore them."

              "God, Izzy, you're such a loser."

              I flipped the page and smiled. 

              Yeah, I know.

 

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