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And guess what? Rumor has it, he's been cheating on me for like the WHOLE time! And apparently, get this, he's HONEST with the other girls. He TELLS THEM he has a girlfriend. AND THEY'RE OK WITH THAT!!???!!!!
So evidently, he's been doing it with pretty much everyone BUT me. So here's my question. Why was he bugging me about it so much? I mean apparently he had a whole LEGION OF SKANKS to choose from. Why not let me, his sweet little girlfriend, who he professed to LOVE MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF, stay safely ensconced in my imaginary virginal bubble world? Why keep pressuring me?
WHYYYYY???
GOD.
I really should've skipped trying to make him jealous and went for Option One - walked straight up to him and punched him in the face. HARD!!! And I'm not talking a little slap across the face like girls in movies, who get mad and slap their lying, co
I'm talking, BOOM.
There's a fitting song on the American Pie 2 soundtrack. It goes, “She said, If I'm leavin' with a broken heart, you're leavin' with a bleeding nose.”
That's what I'm talking about.
Sorry, I digress. I may still be slightly bitter.
However, it does make me feel better knowing that I'm going to Prom with one of the nicest and HOTTEST guys around. Da
It's probably for the best that Da
I'm not sure I could handle all the questions.
Like how are you doing? Are you and Da
I'd have to answer....Um. I don't know….., uh, I don't know……,and well, I don't know.
I'm a fountain of non-information.
Da
He teases me.
I feign irritation and tease him back.
He kisses me, and I melt.
He feeds me dessert.
I've decided I'm very glad we're alone. I've been able to forget about my life for a while, and it's been perfect. I mean when you're around Da
IN. I meant jump in…You know jump in the pool. The, uh, warm pool.
Crap. I've become one of those girls. Those girls who hang on his every word and think he can do no wrong and wouldn't care if he did.
Those are the girls I make fun of.
I do a great impersonation of a swooning, mute, hair flipping, eye lash batting, stomach holding in and boob sticking out girl. Phillip thinks I'm hilarious when I do this.
And somehow, I've become one. Well, not completely. Coherent words are still coming from my mouth, and I'm not flipping my hair.
Okay, so I can't flip it since it's up in pins.
My point is, I haven't been totally hypnotized by his charm.
I'm holding my own.
My dad used to call Da
Tonight, I think I've become like, you know, a wimpy paper clip or something. I can't help but be drawn to him, and I'm totally incapable of resisting his pull.
We finish di
You know, I never wanted to be cliché and do it on prom night, but let's just say that issue is currently under advisement.
What it really means is I haven't made up my mind yet.
I have determined though that if I wanted to, Da
And didn't Phillip tell me I should think about doing it with a friend?
So why wouldn't I?
Well, cuz maybe you're afraid of ruining your relationship?
See. I really can't decide.
We go to the dance, and I have fun dancing with Da
Memo to self: Updos and passionate limo kissing are not a good mix. Especially when date is enthralled with your hair and can't seem to leave it alone!
Which I am totally not complaining about, even though it is rather hypnotic.
I manage to get in a slow dance with Phillip, while his date is throwing up in the bathroom.
Too much champagne for her. Silly girl.
Speaking of champagne, Da
Hey, where's mine?
Why aren't we sharing?
Come on! Get me drunk and take advantage of me.
Please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He seems sober enough, but sorta nervous. That's so not like him. Why in the world would he be nervous with me?
I may be a bit confused, but certainly not nervous. It's just Da
Billy Prescott and Katie are named Prom King and Queen and at a little after eleven, Da
God, I miss them so much.
Anyway, there's kind of an awkward moment when we first get to the room. I know we're just supposed to crash here, but you can't exactly ignore the big bed in the center of the room and what it implies. I mean there might as well be a neon arrow pointing down to it, with the words, HAVE SEX HERE, flashing at us.
Okay, now I am nervous. I seriously need a drink. Thank goodness, Da
As he opens the bottle, I sit on the bed. He seems much calmer now, back to his confident self, as he pours champagne into little plastic cups.
“Cheers,” he says. In one long drink, he drains his cup, then sets it on the nightstand. I barely get to take a sip before Da
The kisses don't stay sweet though.
We're really kissing.
And when he starts kissing down my neck, my sensible mind goes completely fuzzy. Especially now that he's ru
God!!!!!!!!!!
It's like he's undressing my hair!!!!
Pretty soon his kisses get, well, urgent, and his hands, well, they have been everywhere but in my hair.
Oh, I like this.
But…Shit!
Decision time.
I start to panic, so I stop the kissing, grab my cup, and take another drink.
A BIG one.
Relax, JJ.
Da