2003-08-29 - 4:13 p.m.
I'm at a recurring stage in my school life, where I see the complete and utter lack of decent boys, and I think "I want a boyfriend. A NICE boyfriend." I never had a boyfriend, except He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named. And no, it's not Voldemort.
As I'm thinking this, I hear, "Hey!! What's for music homework?!" and suddenly I know why.
It's Ryan again.
Jenny says its better than Andria. I won't disagree, but I am very very sick of Ryan following me like an overzealous puppy.
He'll go out of his way in a crowded hall to say hi. He may not be aware of it, but to the outsider, it looks as though we're going out. He throws me a little wink and say, "See you online tonight?"
I mostly just smile briefly and walk quicker. To which he runs after me and asks, "Jeez, what'd I say?!" I would sharply turn to the staircase and get lost in the ever swelling crowd or stop and talk to someone else -someone preferably male. I think his intentions are all good and platonic, but I get the distinct impression I'm being stalked. Of all the people in school to follow! He could follow Kevin. I'm pretty sure Kevin wouldn't mind.
And he's in three of my classes! I can't get rid of him. Today I went into English and I saw his books on the desk next to the desk I sat at yesterday. I groaned inwardly, shoved his books aside and sat down one desk over. Chuno looked at me sympathetically and commented, "So annoying."
In music class! He sits in the back because he recently switched to trombone from baritone because he couldn't play the baritone. He actually called up, "HEY V!" HL is well aware of what's happening. My only relief in class is when HL tells Ryan to concentrate and not talk.
Earlier, in Com Tech, he went up to me and said, "Hey, how you doing?" To which I replied irritably, "I'm jetlagged, cranky and hungry and want to be left alone." He said, "Don't worry! I'll find a way to cheer you up!" He has a huge grin and is hopping from foot to foot. Tim looks at me and starts giggling (yes, guys giggle too, although they don't admit it). Around me, I hear laughs and people quietly chastising Ryan.
Why can't he just fucking leave me alone?! He's embarrassing himself. And even if he wants to talk, he should stop inadvertently riddling his words with innuendo!!
I just don't want to be so abruptly mean the way the other people are. The new kids probably think I'm bitchy as hell.
