Awkward Moment of the Day:
I waved to someone that I thought was waving at me. Turns out, they were waving at the girl behind me. Think I might go live in the woods. For the rest of my life.
Poor thing. Social ineptitude must be so hard.
Oh, get over it, Bea.
Well, well this is news to me, Esther.
Who are they, and do they like soccer or hockey? She asked, crossing her arms over her chest, with a smirk.
I don’t know, I don’t care what sports they like, as long as they shower before dates. But they’re all male, outgoing, and very cute. The offer stands for a limited time!
Well, not really. You do have until tonight to decide, though.
The part where I actually do kind of care, Lee. You don’t even know me and yet you’re continuing to belittle me and act like I’ve wronged you some how when I haven’t. [Bea’s voice rose, her cheeks flushing.] All I did was try to make a joke and be friendly. It’s not my fault you’ve got a stick in your butt.
I’m sorry you misinterpreted it but maybe you should think about that before you curse at me.
I know a condescending bitch when I see one. I’ve gotten enough flak for being superficial and going after boys and spending my parents’ money, and I don’t even care. I’m only bothering now because you act like you know better, and you really don’t.
Sure, mom, want me to wash my mouth? I don’t think I misinterpreted anything, but if you’re so inclined to think that, I see no point in talking to you any longer.
That’s not true. Not at all. Opposite of true. I mean, prove me wrong.
Getting inarticulate, Marko?
Which part of not going to fucking bother isn’t getting through here?
Eh, not like I really care about the holiday anyway. She smirked. Oh really, Esther? You would so kind as to share your Valentines with me? She chuckled at her own sarcasm.
Surprised? I can be generous on occasion, you know.
I have two juniors and one senior boy on my list, so you can take your pick.
Yikes. That’s a lot. My mom sent me some chocolate,
Aw, poor you.
I’m more than willing to share, Jacobs.
So far: four Valentine dates, five call me's, seven cards and two bouquets. The only problem with such a good haul this year is that I just can’t decide.
Alright then, enlighten me.
I’m oh so sorry for not calling you that. Maybe next time.
I won’t bother, because you’re clearly not interested in anything that doesn’t prove you right.
I’m glad at least one of us is looking forward to next time.