Far From Normal.

Yupp. The title says it all. I AM far from normal. Anyways so I was all ecstatic that I finally got over this Indian guy I liked, and I was like “YES! I WON’T LIKE A SINGLE GUY EVER AGAIN.” Then, the next day, I got on my bus to school, and I saw the CUTEST sophomore in the history of cute guys, and I just said one word. Fuck. Why are girls so… weird? Why can’t we be like guys and just flirt but not like? It really shouldn’t be that hard. So, now I like that kid. I don’t wanna reveal his name but I do want to talk about him.

Anyways, so after I saw him on the bus, he looked at me in this weird way, almost as if he was going to EAT me. The kinda way Edward looks at Bella. So, the guy I liked (I’m calling him Mystery Guy) seemed sorta like… a creeper.

So on our way home on the bus after school, we go into an argument. And since I like to argue AND win, it wasn’t pretty. It started off with him saying he “hates freshman” and that they ruin the bus ride. Now I was like wtf? That was a bitch slap right there. So I told him to shut the fuck up and keep his thoughts to himself. AND HE FUCKING SAID “NOT GONNA HAPPEN… FRESHMAN.” And I ended this stupid little squabble with this: FUCK YOU… Sophomore.

Anyways, he’s being a lot friendlier than usual nowadays, and yesterday, he “accidentally” touched my leg. Accidentally of course. I REALLY don’t know what to think of him, but I know something for sure; I DO like him. Comment please?

Tags: Life, Shruthi ;