I'll just skip to gym, since that was when it first started getting interesting. The seniors were back today for a rehersal for their graduation. So our gym had all the bleachers out and the floor was covered with cardboard. Since I was the first one getting dressed, I ran into Matt Cass and asked him if we were supposed to get in the gym. "I don't know, just go sit on the bleachers," I think he said. So I walked into the gym, but I didn't go sit on the bleachers 'till both McCarthys and one of their friends did. Then I felt comfortable enough to follow suit.
We went outside and did our softball testing. I think I surprised Ian by hitting one of the couple balls that I hit over his head and into the outfield. That gave me pleasure. Another thing I noticed before I batted, though, was that Tyler had a glove on both hands. On his left hand he had the only left-handed glove, I think, that I named... well, I forgot what I named it. But apparently he got sick of being left-handed because the only left-hand glove was tiny. So he hand a normal sized right handed glove on, too. He did catch balls and he was able to throw the balls to Mr. McHugh without taking either glove off. Tyler is left-handed naturally, by the way.
Anyway, once the testing was over Mr. McHugh thought we'd have enough time for a few one-out innings. We did. And when we were in the outfield, Team McCarthy, I took a left center and Tyler and Ian (the McCarthys) and Fischer were behind me and in just left field. At one point I caught them talking about ice that isn't ice. It doesn't have to be cold. The only problem, Tyler pointed out, is that it'd be harder to skate on. But still, awesome. And then at another point, Ian actually sort of walked up to me and said, "What's up?" I floundered for words for a while, stuffing back "the sky" and answered, "Nothing much." Then he continued. "You want to play softball?" I thought this was a weird question, but of course Ian is weird. He's good at psyching people out, too, unlike his failure of a cousin. "Not really," was my answer. That's the only updates I have on gym.
After gym we had to clean out our lockers. I met Alyssa at our normal meeting spot (which, I guess, I can't meet her there on Monday. You know what, Tyler, TOO FREAKING BAD!). We talked for about a minute before I went down to my locker and stuffed the papers that were stuck to the walls and floor of my locker into beaten-down folders, stuffed those in my backpack and then I gathered up my binders and remaining textbook into my backpack. Then I walked around with Stephanie. And then Alyssa met up with us. And then I met Jenna. And from there I met Em. And then Frau Zu... Zubrizkij? No, that's not it. Well, then I flew down two flights of stairs into Geometry class.
Then lunch, where, I am happy to announce, did not get stuck on a chair again. But I did watch Tyler most of the time. And I also ate a warhead, lemon flavor. It hurt for the first couple minutes, but then it was good. Now I'm hungry... random.
Lunch ended, and I'm guessing a branch of Tyler's friends clogged up the hallway in front of me. At first I stayed back until Fischer broke through the line. I followed, even after they fixed the line.
History was boring. The drinking fountain was uneventful. English was a continuation of history. After fifth hour, I had my mind set on talking to Tyler, but he went the opposite way, and I guess whatever guides me told me to not follow him. Thank-you!
I got home, blabbed to myself for a half hour or so and then jumped on the computer. I went on Facebook, updating myself for a bit when I noticed I got something in my inbox on there. *jaw clenches* I'll show you the message:
"You need to leave me the fuck alone....stop waiting by my locker and stop
trying to talk to me when i get on the bus..leave me alone you stalker"
That was from Tyler.
My response:
"Okay, I HAVE left you alone, thank-you very much. I don't wait by your locker to STALK you, I just meet my friend there and talk to her. And I haven't even tried talking to you when you get on the bus since the last time we freaking talked there!
"And it's sad that you can't say this to my face, but have to use Facebook to talk to me.
"Don't you have the mind to give other people chances... to be on your, like, friendship and nice side? At first your impressed me as a good mannered guy and pretty nice. But my recent encounters with you, I've totally got you all wrong. As I said earlier, I don't read people all that well, and I just want to be on good terms with everyone, even if they're not my close friends. You know what, I don't care. Talk to me face-to-face next time, and actually give people a chance. I'll see you Monday during gym."
I mean, maybe, just maybe I do watch him a little more than I should. But I found out where his locker was by mistake, I found out his bus by a simple observation. I'm in his gym class! Lately, I have left him alone! This is what leaves me shaking in rage. How dare he! And I don't "need" to do anything. I can do whatever I freaking want! The familiar anger is back, and I blame it on him.
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