Let me state my thesis: All high school boys are corrupt.
Of course, many of them deny this fact. *cough* somechildrenwithnamesstartingwith”m”andendingin”k” *cough cough HACK DIE STABBITY STAB STAB* Sorry about that. Many high school boys deny that they are corrupt and claim they would never corrupt a female.
Commence aside on freshmen:
Freshmen have this sick idea of high school that it’s all hearts and rainbows. I’m not much of a Taylor Swift fan, but y’know that song Fifteen by the girl? There’s the truth right there. The truth being that freshmen girls have to be broken. They are totally INFATUATED with the concept of “high school” I learned fast that it sucks, but they have yet to. I feel sorry for them in a way. Freshman are so vulnerable. Get asked out by an older boy? Holy shit, er, I mean, Oh My Goodness, of course I’ll date you I’m totally infatuated with the concept of a “boyfriend” Tee hee. It makes me want to cry or go damage my head by hitting it on something. It might sound harsh but i don’t care: The only cure for high school is heartbreak.
Now after that lovely introduction, it’s story time. And then karma time. But first story time.
Once upon a time, Frei liked Boy. For a good portion of second semester of last year, Boy would come up to Frei during the 20 minutes after the lesson was over in geometry and chat with her. I had my suspicions it was to get to one of my friends sitting near me, but he didn’t come to the empty seat behind me on days I was gone. (See how my brokenness protects me? I trust no one.) Later on he texted me a few times. Of course, yeah, I kind of liked him, but I dismissed any feelings. Boy was a year younger than me.
Summer time. I find another infatuation. Boy? What Boy? And then summer ends and I return to Planet E-Arth. I see a recent picture of him. SWEET MOTHER MARGARINE HE LOOKS TWO YEARS OLDER THAN HE DID THREE MONTHS AGO. This piqued my interest. Another interesting Frei Fact: I generally don’t go for blonde hair-green/blue eyed types, such as Boy. I generally find the dark-haired dark-eyed types more attractive. The darker the better. Blue eyes are sometimes acceptable, as long as they aren’t the watery, washed out color. Anyway, Boy matured. Time for school. Band Camp. Oh yes, band camp. Boy talked to me as much as he did before in band the previous year/geometry. I was feeling pretty good. Boy probably still liked me. Matter of fact, I felt fantastic. He would flirt with me, and I’d respond appropriately. Several people at this point (I can name five off the top of my head) definitely thought there was something there. One still does today. Of course, I’m not one to put myself out in the open. I don’t chase guys. That’s for freshmen. I wait for them to come to me.
A few more events later, I was pretty dang convinced this kid liked me. And then, out of thin air, Girl appeared. I got this feeling in the pit of my stomach about her. But Boy hardly paid attention to her, much more of his attention was focussed upon moi. He always walked with me to football games and back. He made a conscious effort to stand/sit next to me during band functions. But my suspicions grew. It was…strange. He hardly talked to her but I knew I was in deep water before long. I walked with him to the gym one day, and upon arrival, Girl was on the other side getting her trombone out. “GIRL~” Boy exclaimed as he FROLICKED away to meet her. Fauk.
After a series of similar events, I was not worried… I was… confused. I still am. When he asked her out a week ago, in the three days following we exchanged over 200 text messages. The fact that they were band related is irrelevant. During this time I was totally unaware that Boy was dating Girl. I wouldn’t have known by observing them though, I learned through the grape vine.But oh, are they AWKWARD. There’s New Couple awkwardness, and then there’s Boy and Girl awkwardness. Just thinking about it makes me feel awkward.
And so here we are today. I’ve decided to ignore Boy. If he thinks he can still hit on me while dating her, he’s mistaken. I have several theories. Why would he choose a hard-to-get older girl over an infatuated-with-concept-of-boyfriend freshman? Maybe I got stuck in the friend zone. Do guys use jealousy tactics?
There’s also the 98% of the population who don’t know the real story behind Boy and Girl, the story, You, my loyal reader, has just read. I’m damn tired of hearing “Oh don’t worry! Boy is such a great guy!” or, to Girl, “Awww look how cute you guys are together!” (Although I myself told Boy that he and Girl are adorable just to make him feel awkward. I’m allowed to have my fun.) They don’t know Frei’s side of the story. They didn’t know that he ditched me and that I fell for him. They don’t know that there’s a third variable in the equation. It’s not B+G=BG. It’s BF+G=BG+ F. They’re in the dark and I sit alone with the few that know the truth of the story, the truth that Boy is corrupt, regardless of what he might claim. The other 98%, including Girl, have no idea that Frei and Boy even know each other past the general acquaintance associated with band. (Oh yeah, I’m first chair alto sax, Boy is our bari sax. Last year he played alto under me. Girl is a frosh on trombone who really is none too fantastic. He choses that over me? Yes, I am being egotistical. I can have a minute to brag if I want. It’s my blog.) So, anyway, I thank you for being part of that educated 2%.
Oh yeah, you wanted to hear about that karma? Boy sliced his hand open somehow and had to get several stitches a few days ago. I laugh in his pain.
