After a few more weeks of listening to Molly go on and on about this new great guy, I was ready to vomit. She had officially ruined my determined single life and I was now cruising the market for my own boyfriend that would smash hers out of the water. What was even more aggravating was that she didn't even have a boyfriend. She hadn't yet found the guts to approach Matt in regards to her affections for him, just hung around him like a little stalker.
So then came the last day of school before our winter break. I was dying to get out of there, planning on a short trip up to Utah to visit my family for Christmas and get over my lack of boyfriend woes. I was however, having an on again off again thing with a boy that lived up the street from me. He loaned me his jacket and I suddenly felt all special, like I was in an early 90's High School sitcom where wearing the boys jacket meant you were "going steady". His name was Eric and he had shaggy blond hair and a rocker attitude. I thought he looked like Kurt Cobain which only added fuel to the fire. However, much like my beloved Kurt, Eric also had suicidal tendencies, so the jacket was returned and I said "Okay, whatever, nevermind."
There were only a few hours left of school and we were released from our classes to attend the pep rally, however I was very anti cheerleader at the time. Molly and I hated the school spirit thing. The athletes were treated like Gods and those of us with any intellect were the outsiders. It didn't make sense to us, therefore, we went on strike. Or well, not so much a strike as sitting in the cafeteria instead of the gym. Molly had gone in early to find a seat for all three of us, and Emmy (another friend) and I walked in to find her.
Within moments of arriving in the cafeteria, Molly jumped up and looked more excited than I had ever seen her before.
"Dude, oh you guys you have to come and meet Matt." She said, obviously wanting to show off her potential boy toy to her friends. She really loved rubbing salt in that wound.
"He's right there," She said and pointed to a long table where three empty seats remained sitting amongst at least five other boys. Three of them I knew personally. Joe, a short boy with curly hair who would eventually date my younger sister. Sean, a gorgeously tall one with long hair I knew from Molly's drama class, and someone else who's name actually escapes me.
That only left two boys and both sat on the end of the table. One was tall and scrawny, wore glasses and to me resembled a little mouse, like one that would remind you of a cartoon lab rat. He was cute, and looked smart, albeit a little goofy.
"That's got to be Matt," I said and smirked looking at Emmy who laughed along with me. It was true, he was just Molly's type, which was nothing like mine. The other boy caught my stare for much longer than his friend did. He had shaggy brown hair that reminded me of Shawn on 'Boy Meets World' (Hey, it was a good show, don't you judge me) and a black goatee which was odd by itself cause we were 14 years old and most guys we new still hadn't had the potential to grow facial hair. He wore an army jacket and underneath wore all black. Sexy wasn't even the proper word to describe it. My face felt flush and my heart skipped more than one beat. The thoughts I began thinking about this boy will be edited out for the sake that one day my Grandchildren might read this.
"I don't care who Matt is," I said to Emmy. "But God help Molly if she doesn't hook me up with his friend." I grinned from ear to ear as we approached the table. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I wanted to touch his hair. Oh! I wanted to touch that hair! I wanted to do many strange things when I looked at him. Touch his hair, smell his neck . . . and then in the midst of me mentally drooling like a moron, Molly stepped behind the sexy beast and said, "Jia, this is Matt."
CRAP!
Seriously! How fair was that?! I looked down and our eyes met and my heart sunk. I had to play best friend now. We women have a rule. You don't steal your best friends crush. Besides, he was gorgeous and I was the chubby girl that followed the model around remember?
We sat down at the table and listened as he told a story that for some reason had me locked in. Anime would of course eventually bore me to tears, but when he spoke, I was hypnotized. Molly clung onto every word as well, and on occasion I would glance over to her realising that she was looking at him the same way he was looking at me. Eventually, I felt guilty for my desires and turned away from him to talk to some of the other guys, most of which were fixated on Matt's story like the rest of us. All except one. The scrawny mousey boy who was smiling at me.
"You ride my bus," He said, his odd way of introducing himself to me. "I'm Josh."
I smiled. He was sweet. "I'm Jia."
Sadly though, it would be months before I even got to speak to Matt or Josh again. I was on my way to Utah dreaming of the sexy boy with a goatee, his mousey looking friend, and worrying that my most recent ex might have stuck a shot gun in his mouth. It was a long winter break. However, when I returned there were things that needed to be done. Molly somehow had been able to move on from Matt in my absence, so I took it upon myself to ask her a little question.
"Does Matt have a girlfriend?" I asked her one day. I had planned that if he was single, I would ask him to the Winter Ball which was traditionally the girls ask the guys type of thing.
Molly however quickly responded, "Yes." Which clued me into why she had moved on so quickly. Turns out, she hadn't, but it was better to pretend than to dwell apparently.
Apparently also, she didn't know all the facts. Matt had many girlfriends, the little man whore. During this time, I believe her name was Tara. According to him, he and Tara had recently split up, just in time for him to take another girl to the dance last minute. Molly was devastated, and frankly, so was I.
However I was soon to move on as well. Riding home on Molly's bus one day I was introduced to a giant of a guy named Justin. Have you ever seen a special on Gorillas in the jungle? And you look at the preview of the show and it's giant monkeys attacking humans and fighting each other, and then you watch the actual show and suddenly they're playing with baby kittens? That was the perfect description of Justin.
He was large by any standard. Full of muscle, and standing next to any of his friends he looked plain ridiculous. However, he was very sweet and Molly was certain that he and I would hit it off.
And we did. I was a sucker for poetry and I got letters from him nearly every day. But he was also very shy, and since it was my job to ask the boy out, I did so in a very Buffyish fashion.
"Hey Justin," I said as I rushed up the stairs following him to class. "I have a really big problem and I need your help."
He thought himself to be a real man, needing to save the damsel and all, so he dropped everything to turn around and try to fix whatever my problem was.
"Yeah?" He said curiously.
"Yeah see, I'm gonna ask you to go out with me, but I'm kinda nervous about it. Any advice?" I thought I was so hot.
Justin smiled, blushed and then practically turned away to giggle before looking back.
"Well, I'm gonna say yes," He said as if right on cue.
And that's all she wrote about that. Justin and I were a couple and attached at the hip for what seemed to be almost creepy. I thought I loved him. Just like I thought I loved every boy I crushed on since I was five and went into Kindergarten. Justin was romantic, and soon we were off to the Winter Ball where I got to wear a pretty dress and he bought me flowers. What I didn't know was he had brought something else that night too.
Passing through the doors after handing our tickets over to the guard, I caught sight of Matt and my head turned to see where he was going. I wanted to follow him. He had a girlfriend, I didn't care. I had a boyfriend, I didn't care. But then a song came on and Justin wanted to dance. So we danced and enjoyed our time. I eventually turned my thoughts away from my shaggy haired dark mystery man and enjoyed my time with my six foot tall gorilla that wrote me poetry and wore Winnie the Pooh socks. And then, he took my hand and lead me into the center of the room with a big smile on his face. I had no idea what was in store.
But then, in the center of the room, surrounded by all of our friends and most of the school, Justin declared his love for me, and then dropped to a knee. My eyes flew wide open and everyone around me dropped their jaws. The boys turned away, embarrassed for Justin. My friends covered their mouths, embarrassed for me. Some of the younger girls cooed, wishing they had such a sweet boy. I looked down and felt like gagging as he pulled a box out of his pocket. I wanted to yell out, "Are you insane!? We're 14 years old! You are not the rest of my life pal!" But he smiled up at me and showed me a ring, and God help me, the boy asked me to marry him.
It seemed like everyone went silent, and I didn't want to embarrass him anymore than he had already done to himself so I looked down at the ring that was gold with tiny gold leaves all around a small diamond in the middle and silently prayed that it came from a vending machine. "Oh, how pretty." I was able to utter out before I took the ring, smiled and hugged my boyfriend and then got the heck outta Dodge.
So then came the last day of school before our winter break. I was dying to get out of there, planning on a short trip up to Utah to visit my family for Christmas and get over my lack of boyfriend woes. I was however, having an on again off again thing with a boy that lived up the street from me. He loaned me his jacket and I suddenly felt all special, like I was in an early 90's High School sitcom where wearing the boys jacket meant you were "going steady". His name was Eric and he had shaggy blond hair and a rocker attitude. I thought he looked like Kurt Cobain which only added fuel to the fire. However, much like my beloved Kurt, Eric also had suicidal tendencies, so the jacket was returned and I said "Okay, whatever, nevermind."
There were only a few hours left of school and we were released from our classes to attend the pep rally, however I was very anti cheerleader at the time. Molly and I hated the school spirit thing. The athletes were treated like Gods and those of us with any intellect were the outsiders. It didn't make sense to us, therefore, we went on strike. Or well, not so much a strike as sitting in the cafeteria instead of the gym. Molly had gone in early to find a seat for all three of us, and Emmy (another friend) and I walked in to find her.
Within moments of arriving in the cafeteria, Molly jumped up and looked more excited than I had ever seen her before.
"Dude, oh you guys you have to come and meet Matt." She said, obviously wanting to show off her potential boy toy to her friends. She really loved rubbing salt in that wound.
"He's right there," She said and pointed to a long table where three empty seats remained sitting amongst at least five other boys. Three of them I knew personally. Joe, a short boy with curly hair who would eventually date my younger sister. Sean, a gorgeously tall one with long hair I knew from Molly's drama class, and someone else who's name actually escapes me.
That only left two boys and both sat on the end of the table. One was tall and scrawny, wore glasses and to me resembled a little mouse, like one that would remind you of a cartoon lab rat. He was cute, and looked smart, albeit a little goofy.
"That's got to be Matt," I said and smirked looking at Emmy who laughed along with me. It was true, he was just Molly's type, which was nothing like mine. The other boy caught my stare for much longer than his friend did. He had shaggy brown hair that reminded me of Shawn on 'Boy Meets World' (Hey, it was a good show, don't you judge me) and a black goatee which was odd by itself cause we were 14 years old and most guys we new still hadn't had the potential to grow facial hair. He wore an army jacket and underneath wore all black. Sexy wasn't even the proper word to describe it. My face felt flush and my heart skipped more than one beat. The thoughts I began thinking about this boy will be edited out for the sake that one day my Grandchildren might read this.
"I don't care who Matt is," I said to Emmy. "But God help Molly if she doesn't hook me up with his friend." I grinned from ear to ear as we approached the table. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I wanted to touch his hair. Oh! I wanted to touch that hair! I wanted to do many strange things when I looked at him. Touch his hair, smell his neck . . . and then in the midst of me mentally drooling like a moron, Molly stepped behind the sexy beast and said, "Jia, this is Matt."
CRAP!
Seriously! How fair was that?! I looked down and our eyes met and my heart sunk. I had to play best friend now. We women have a rule. You don't steal your best friends crush. Besides, he was gorgeous and I was the chubby girl that followed the model around remember?
We sat down at the table and listened as he told a story that for some reason had me locked in. Anime would of course eventually bore me to tears, but when he spoke, I was hypnotized. Molly clung onto every word as well, and on occasion I would glance over to her realising that she was looking at him the same way he was looking at me. Eventually, I felt guilty for my desires and turned away from him to talk to some of the other guys, most of which were fixated on Matt's story like the rest of us. All except one. The scrawny mousey boy who was smiling at me.
"You ride my bus," He said, his odd way of introducing himself to me. "I'm Josh."
I smiled. He was sweet. "I'm Jia."
Sadly though, it would be months before I even got to speak to Matt or Josh again. I was on my way to Utah dreaming of the sexy boy with a goatee, his mousey looking friend, and worrying that my most recent ex might have stuck a shot gun in his mouth. It was a long winter break. However, when I returned there were things that needed to be done. Molly somehow had been able to move on from Matt in my absence, so I took it upon myself to ask her a little question.
"Does Matt have a girlfriend?" I asked her one day. I had planned that if he was single, I would ask him to the Winter Ball which was traditionally the girls ask the guys type of thing.
Molly however quickly responded, "Yes." Which clued me into why she had moved on so quickly. Turns out, she hadn't, but it was better to pretend than to dwell apparently.
Apparently also, she didn't know all the facts. Matt had many girlfriends, the little man whore. During this time, I believe her name was Tara. According to him, he and Tara had recently split up, just in time for him to take another girl to the dance last minute. Molly was devastated, and frankly, so was I.
However I was soon to move on as well. Riding home on Molly's bus one day I was introduced to a giant of a guy named Justin. Have you ever seen a special on Gorillas in the jungle? And you look at the preview of the show and it's giant monkeys attacking humans and fighting each other, and then you watch the actual show and suddenly they're playing with baby kittens? That was the perfect description of Justin.
He was large by any standard. Full of muscle, and standing next to any of his friends he looked plain ridiculous. However, he was very sweet and Molly was certain that he and I would hit it off.
And we did. I was a sucker for poetry and I got letters from him nearly every day. But he was also very shy, and since it was my job to ask the boy out, I did so in a very Buffyish fashion.
"Hey Justin," I said as I rushed up the stairs following him to class. "I have a really big problem and I need your help."
He thought himself to be a real man, needing to save the damsel and all, so he dropped everything to turn around and try to fix whatever my problem was.
"Yeah?" He said curiously.
"Yeah see, I'm gonna ask you to go out with me, but I'm kinda nervous about it. Any advice?" I thought I was so hot.
Justin smiled, blushed and then practically turned away to giggle before looking back.
"Well, I'm gonna say yes," He said as if right on cue.
And that's all she wrote about that. Justin and I were a couple and attached at the hip for what seemed to be almost creepy. I thought I loved him. Just like I thought I loved every boy I crushed on since I was five and went into Kindergarten. Justin was romantic, and soon we were off to the Winter Ball where I got to wear a pretty dress and he bought me flowers. What I didn't know was he had brought something else that night too.
Passing through the doors after handing our tickets over to the guard, I caught sight of Matt and my head turned to see where he was going. I wanted to follow him. He had a girlfriend, I didn't care. I had a boyfriend, I didn't care. But then a song came on and Justin wanted to dance. So we danced and enjoyed our time. I eventually turned my thoughts away from my shaggy haired dark mystery man and enjoyed my time with my six foot tall gorilla that wrote me poetry and wore Winnie the Pooh socks. And then, he took my hand and lead me into the center of the room with a big smile on his face. I had no idea what was in store.
But then, in the center of the room, surrounded by all of our friends and most of the school, Justin declared his love for me, and then dropped to a knee. My eyes flew wide open and everyone around me dropped their jaws. The boys turned away, embarrassed for Justin. My friends covered their mouths, embarrassed for me. Some of the younger girls cooed, wishing they had such a sweet boy. I looked down and felt like gagging as he pulled a box out of his pocket. I wanted to yell out, "Are you insane!? We're 14 years old! You are not the rest of my life pal!" But he smiled up at me and showed me a ring, and God help me, the boy asked me to marry him.
It seemed like everyone went silent, and I didn't want to embarrass him anymore than he had already done to himself so I looked down at the ring that was gold with tiny gold leaves all around a small diamond in the middle and silently prayed that it came from a vending machine. "Oh, how pretty." I was able to utter out before I took the ring, smiled and hugged my boyfriend and then got the heck outta Dodge.
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Wow! Talk about insane awkward moment.
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