Sam's Famous Girl
“Really, you don’t have to do this,” I was looking at the ground, I couldn’t even look at her.
“Me? What about you?” She was desperate for anything that would make me wrong here and make her right.
“Hah,” I laughed, “what about me?” I tensed up. I knew she was about to piss me off.
“Your jealous, come on,” she looked at me like she was God’s gift to men. I’ve never seen anyone look so conceited before.
“I’m jealous? Of what, what reason do I have to be jealous?” I couldn’t stop the huge grin on my face and I could barely keep from laughing. This was just getting too ridiculous.
“Um, because I chose Josh instead of you and now your miserable and you want me to feel like crap because you do,” she wasn’t asking me, she was telling me how I felt.
This time I couldn’t stop from laughing, I really just couldn’t help it. The past few weeks had been the best few weeks of my life and I had only really thought about her about two or three times during those weeks. She had no idea. This was seriously just getting ridiculous. Hell, I even let her know that.
I laughed again. “Oh, is that how I feel? Gee and this whole time I thought I had been having the best weeks of my life. Really, your ridiculous you know that?” I gave her a look that said she had till the count of three to walk away from me before she really started to look like an idiot. The worst part is, there was a time where I really believed she was a smart girl.
She hesitated, I could tell she knew I was right and she had been wrong about everything this whole time. You shoulda heard her excuses. I wish I could repeat them to you, but they were literally the stupidest things I have ever heard, and I’d rather spare you from having to hear them. All of a sudden I got a text message. I checked my phone and then I got up to leave. Yeah, this had gone on far enough.
“Great, well I’m sorry that I’m not killing myself over ya but you can’t force someone to be jealous; I’m really sorry but I just can’t get jealous over you. You just don’t do it for me sweet cheeks.” I put my phone in my pocket and pushed my chair in. Haha, sweet cheeks. Zac woulda been proud of that one. “I’ve gotta go, I’m meeting some ladies for dinner. Hey, please try to get over yourself, ok? Great.” Then I walked away.
I smiled, how could I not? It was all just so ridiculous, so stupid. I knew she didn’t want to believe that I just wasn’t jealous of her, but that’s her problem. I can’t force myself to be jealous of her. Maybe she’d grow up one of these days and realize how childish she’s acting. I mean come on, does she really think we need to act like we’re in middle school still? Then I laughed. I forgot who I was dealing with here. ‘Maybe she’ll grow up? Not a chance. Maybe all she needs is psychiatric help.’ That was the last thing I ever thought about Sam’s famous girl.
“Me? What about you?” She was desperate for anything that would make me wrong here and make her right.
“Hah,” I laughed, “what about me?” I tensed up. I knew she was about to piss me off.
“Your jealous, come on,” she looked at me like she was God’s gift to men. I’ve never seen anyone look so conceited before.
“I’m jealous? Of what, what reason do I have to be jealous?” I couldn’t stop the huge grin on my face and I could barely keep from laughing. This was just getting too ridiculous.
“Um, because I chose Josh instead of you and now your miserable and you want me to feel like crap because you do,” she wasn’t asking me, she was telling me how I felt.
This time I couldn’t stop from laughing, I really just couldn’t help it. The past few weeks had been the best few weeks of my life and I had only really thought about her about two or three times during those weeks. She had no idea. This was seriously just getting ridiculous. Hell, I even let her know that.
I laughed again. “Oh, is that how I feel? Gee and this whole time I thought I had been having the best weeks of my life. Really, your ridiculous you know that?” I gave her a look that said she had till the count of three to walk away from me before she really started to look like an idiot. The worst part is, there was a time where I really believed she was a smart girl.
She hesitated, I could tell she knew I was right and she had been wrong about everything this whole time. You shoulda heard her excuses. I wish I could repeat them to you, but they were literally the stupidest things I have ever heard, and I’d rather spare you from having to hear them. All of a sudden I got a text message. I checked my phone and then I got up to leave. Yeah, this had gone on far enough.
“Great, well I’m sorry that I’m not killing myself over ya but you can’t force someone to be jealous; I’m really sorry but I just can’t get jealous over you. You just don’t do it for me sweet cheeks.” I put my phone in my pocket and pushed my chair in. Haha, sweet cheeks. Zac woulda been proud of that one. “I’ve gotta go, I’m meeting some ladies for dinner. Hey, please try to get over yourself, ok? Great.” Then I walked away.
I smiled, how could I not? It was all just so ridiculous, so stupid. I knew she didn’t want to believe that I just wasn’t jealous of her, but that’s her problem. I can’t force myself to be jealous of her. Maybe she’d grow up one of these days and realize how childish she’s acting. I mean come on, does she really think we need to act like we’re in middle school still? Then I laughed. I forgot who I was dealing with here. ‘Maybe she’ll grow up? Not a chance. Maybe all she needs is psychiatric help.’ That was the last thing I ever thought about Sam’s famous girl.