True story. The dialog may be off, but it's basically what happend. Warning: contains mild censored language, but you'll probaly figur out what it says. No one's real name is used. Guess who it's about? Yerp, him.
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"I mean, out of your little friend group, Sara's the prettiest," Bill tells me as we're walking to class together.
"She's cute like..." I don't hear what he says because of my schoolmates.
"But you're cute, like a puppy," he finishes.
"A puppy?" I ask, not sure about what to say.
"Ya, 'cause they're cute," he clarafies, looking at me.
"Um...ok. Thank you, I guess," I stammer, still confused.
" I mean, would you wrather have me say I want to F*** you? No!" he replies.
"Ok, I'll take the puppy compliment, thanks," I say, laughing. As a walk over to my locker, I don't have enough time to say good bye, as he rushes off. What does it mean when a boy compliments you, like, every day? Is he just being nice, or does it mean something special? But when I compliment him back, he's all like "You're just saying that to be nice," I can't compliment him on his eyes... or hair... or smile.. or intellegence... or, oh sorry, without it being obvious and weird... can I? I know where he sits at lunch, and where he is in the morning. Maybe I could invite him to my table, we have plenty of room... Ugh, why are boys so confusing?
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So there it is. If you're a boy, or a really smart girl, tell me what you think! Also, because tomorrow its Veterens/Rememberance Day, thank you to everyone who has sacraficed in the army for us. Thanks for reading, bye!
-Rainbow