Marky Again...
I swear, sometimes I really believe that she's trying to tease me...
Intramurals today. Actually, it started two days ago. Anyways, she wasn't allowed to play in our sport this year (basketball) because she herself is a varsity player, so it would be unfair if she joined. Don't worry folks, she's not the only one barred from the games. Anyways, for the students' entertainment, the teachers play against the varsity players barred from the game, right before the finals. She, of course, was made to play. And me, being me, had to pretend I was not staring at her delicious body, running around with a friggin' orange ball.
Ahem.
Anyways, she looks so much happier on the court. She shows more emotion, and the way she moves is just so smooth that I wonder if she finds basketball easier than walking down the hall. And her smile! Dear Gaga, I was probably going to burst with joy and break into song if I had no self-control. She was just so goddamned happy there. What would really make my day would be if I could become a source of such happiness. If I could make her smile like she did on the court, then I could die happy. I swear, I don't want anything more than her happiness. If she's happy, she smiles. And that truly makes me happy.
Oh, and another thing: quite suddenly, she started hanging out with our class president, an out bisexual. They've been laughing it up a lot, and to be honest, I'm jealous. Anyways, this one time I said/did something to Marky (I can't remember what anymore), and she looked in my direction, but away from my eyes. I looked, and saw the president smiling at her, the "I-know-what-you're-thinking-and-it's-making-me-smile-cunningly" kind of smile. I have NO idea as to what they meant. However, I am going to stay completely confident about this and hope that Marky has, at least, some good feelings towards me.
Another thing: SOMEONE STOLE HER FIRST KISS. On the cheek, anyways. There was this big thing (for lack of a better word) in our class, where one basketball varsity girl besides Marky was being playfully teased by her friends. They kept on mentioning Marky's real name whenever she passed by, and kept on forcing the basketball girl to do stuff for Marky (Give her those papers! Yeah, pass them to her yourself. Yiihee~ So sweet!) I swear, I wanted to punch them all in their faces there and then. The thing died off already, but I can't help the twinge of jealousy I feel whenever they're together. They even teamed up to help our class win the championships for the Intramurals. Can anyone say excuses?!
Ahem.
Oh, and there's this other girl. DEAR GOD. She acts all high and mighty, with all her (light) homophobia, but it couldn't be MORE FRIGGIN' OBVIOUS that she's got the hots for Marky. I mean, she fucking straddles her sits on her lap whenever she can, she always wants to play with her hair, using the excuse that she wants to braid it (how the Hell can you braid it if it's above the neck?!), she always tells her flirty, dirty jokes, and she storms off when someone mentions anything about a relation to Marky. And don't you dare get all up in my grill, saying that she could just be touchy-feely. Because SHE'S NOT. She's NEVER like that to anyone else. It is SO GODDAMNED OBVIOUS THAT SHE'S GOT THE HOTS FOR MARKY.
And again, ahem.
Oh, and one last thing. We have a classmate who, unlike the girl above, is really touchy-feely. I mean really. To the point of being disturbing. It's cute, yes, but annoying after a while. Anyways, she pretended to be Marky's girlfriend for two days, much to our (And I really mean our, because it was quite hilarious to me and my friends. Still didn't stop the slight jealousy though) entertainment. Her reason? Her class number is 42. She said that you can't have 42 without 2, so she started "going out" with Marky without her knowledge or open consent. Anyways, today, after two long days, she broke up with her. Why? Marky didn't talk when she wanted her to, and she didn't return her hug. So, much to our amusement, she "broke up" with her. Now, she's after class number 4. Because 42 can't be 42 without the 4. Yeah. That was hilarious, honestly.
Ahem. Right. Right then. Huh. Better end this then.
Au revior!
Intramurals today. Actually, it started two days ago. Anyways, she wasn't allowed to play in our sport this year (basketball) because she herself is a varsity player, so it would be unfair if she joined. Don't worry folks, she's not the only one barred from the games. Anyways, for the students' entertainment, the teachers play against the varsity players barred from the game, right before the finals. She, of course, was made to play. And me, being me, had to pretend I was not staring at her delicious body, running around with a friggin' orange ball.
Ahem.
Anyways, she looks so much happier on the court. She shows more emotion, and the way she moves is just so smooth that I wonder if she finds basketball easier than walking down the hall. And her smile! Dear Gaga, I was probably going to burst with joy and break into song if I had no self-control. She was just so goddamned happy there. What would really make my day would be if I could become a source of such happiness. If I could make her smile like she did on the court, then I could die happy. I swear, I don't want anything more than her happiness. If she's happy, she smiles. And that truly makes me happy.
Oh, and another thing: quite suddenly, she started hanging out with our class president, an out bisexual. They've been laughing it up a lot, and to be honest, I'm jealous. Anyways, this one time I said/did something to Marky (I can't remember what anymore), and she looked in my direction, but away from my eyes. I looked, and saw the president smiling at her, the "I-know-what-you're-thinking-and-it's-making-me-smile-cunningly" kind of smile. I have NO idea as to what they meant. However, I am going to stay completely confident about this and hope that Marky has, at least, some good feelings towards me.
Another thing: SOMEONE STOLE HER FIRST KISS. On the cheek, anyways. There was this big thing (for lack of a better word) in our class, where one basketball varsity girl besides Marky was being playfully teased by her friends. They kept on mentioning Marky's real name whenever she passed by, and kept on forcing the basketball girl to do stuff for Marky (Give her those papers! Yeah, pass them to her yourself. Yiihee~ So sweet!) I swear, I wanted to punch them all in their faces there and then. The thing died off already, but I can't help the twinge of jealousy I feel whenever they're together. They even teamed up to help our class win the championships for the Intramurals. Can anyone say excuses?!
Ahem.
Oh, and there's this other girl. DEAR GOD. She acts all high and mighty, with all her (light) homophobia, but it couldn't be MORE FRIGGIN' OBVIOUS that she's got the hots for Marky. I mean, she fucking straddles her sits on her lap whenever she can, she always wants to play with her hair, using the excuse that she wants to braid it (how the Hell can you braid it if it's above the neck?!), she always tells her flirty, dirty jokes, and she storms off when someone mentions anything about a relation to Marky. And don't you dare get all up in my grill, saying that she could just be touchy-feely. Because SHE'S NOT. She's NEVER like that to anyone else. It is SO GODDAMNED OBVIOUS THAT SHE'S GOT THE HOTS FOR MARKY.
And again, ahem.
Oh, and one last thing. We have a classmate who, unlike the girl above, is really touchy-feely. I mean really. To the point of being disturbing. It's cute, yes, but annoying after a while. Anyways, she pretended to be Marky's girlfriend for two days, much to our (And I really mean our, because it was quite hilarious to me and my friends. Still didn't stop the slight jealousy though) entertainment. Her reason? Her class number is 42. She said that you can't have 42 without 2, so she started "going out" with Marky without her knowledge or open consent. Anyways, today, after two long days, she broke up with her. Why? Marky didn't talk when she wanted her to, and she didn't return her hug. So, much to our amusement, she "broke up" with her. Now, she's after class number 4. Because 42 can't be 42 without the 4. Yeah. That was hilarious, honestly.
Ahem. Right. Right then. Huh. Better end this then.
Au revior!