Sunday, September 13

I wish I could become very small

Lee confronted me at school the monday after the dance. It's been about a week since. Our talk was quick.

"Yellow, I'm sorry."
"It's... ok"
"Yeah but you know... I-it was an accident"
"Ok.... Ok... Ok... bye."


And then I ran away again. Amy has been helping me avoid him. It was kind of hard to keep away from him though; he takes 5 classes with me.

After the incident though, people have been looking at me strangely and laughing when I pass by (not that that hasn't happened before). Zack keeps telling me not to pay any mind. That it's probably just a dumb rumor and that it'll pass. I'm more worried about what that rumor is about, not that there is one spreading around. Hopefully, no one has figured out that I'm actually a savage.

It's been a week. I'm a little angry with myself. I am constantly cowering, sticking as close to the walls as possible, and avoiding everyone except for Amy and Zack. Starting tomorrow, I will stop my ridiculous behavior.

Saturday, September 5

The party....

Oh so very awkward.

I had to move all of my things into a closet. I met with Amy, Zack, and Lee. They didn't have to tell me, I could tell they had become a couple. I think it was the way they were holding hands or the number of times their eyes met. I thought it was really cute. Lee still hadn't figured it out. Amy tells me it's because he's a boy and that boys are dumb. I don't know.

So, while Amy and Zack were dancing to a slow song, Lee came up to me (super nervous, might I add) and asked me to dance as well. It was so.... awkward. The way we were dancing, the way he was holding me. Even his breathing was awkward. And then he passed it on to me, like a cold. My hands started trembling. Before I knew it, we were really close.

He smelled like cologne. I thought the lights dimmed or something. But they didn't. What replaced the air in front of my face, was his. The only thing that went through my mind was what my senses were perceiving. Aside from that, I honestly couldn't think of anything.

I can't believe he is the one who took my first kiss.



After that, I ran out. I hid in the closet with all my things. I probably would have just walked away, but... I slapped him after it happened. And everyone was looking. I felt that it was the only thing I could do. I think the worst part is that I don't understand why he did it. I'll never understand.