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Well, I came out of the bathroom with Karen, and I kept my eyes peeled
for David. And there he was, in the same corner as he always was. I
ran across the room to talk to him before Karen had a chance to stop
me. I wasn't going to let her talk me out of this decision I'd made.
David saw me coming and came toward me, meeting me halfway. I made sure I got the first word out, saying: "Look David, I don't know what you're up to, but I want you to stop it right now! You've been staring at me the whole evening and spending all that time with you and your... your goons plotting something and freaking me out and I'm sick of it, okay? Stop bothering me and stop ruining my evening!" A couple of people at nearby tables looked up at me, but they were just band geeks so they don't count. And do you know what David said? He wasn't going to beat me up at all! He just wanted to talk to me and see if my evening was going well. That's so sweet of him! Suddenly, I felt bad about treating him so badly and being so paranoid about him. I heard slow music in the background and said to him, "Come on, let's dance and we can talk about it on the dancefloor." After all, it's not like we broke up angry at each other or anything. We were still friends. I told David I was sorry for being so flaky to him, but he insisted it was all his fault. If he hadn't been such a jerk in April, we'd still be together and at the prom together and none of this would have happened. He was apologizing for what he did in April! That's so big of him. | ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
by Brian Tivol |