Don't Ask, Won't Tell

This world mother f-in stinks.

So my friends and I went to Oberwise after Dance Class (our last one - woot!) Turns out this guy from my english class (let's go ahead and call him Nate) was there, too. So I started chatting with him, and then we played chess at one of their tables. But then, these preps looked over at us and Nate said we should go over and sit with the rest of my friends. I regected (dude, the table they were at was packed!) but said he could go ahead. So he did, but then those lame-ass preps asked Nate if he and I were going out. He said no, and I only went over to sit with my friends when one of the girls -Amber- asked me to come join them.

Then this other dude (let's call him...Evan...) texted ten different people saying Nate and I were going out. Bastard; I wanted to kick him in the crotch so bad...

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Monday Comes. Ten different people ask me eleven times if Nate and I are going out (one Einstien asked me twice, the idiot)

Tuesday comes. Four people asked me if we were going out. I pointed out that it'd be quite odd if I went out with Nate, seeing as he has the same name as my brother (okay, so his name isn't Nate, but they do have the same name...)

Evan straightened his long curly hair today (which just so happened to be black) and kept boasting to people he'd made a joke as going to school looking emo. First off, he looked like a skater; his hair wasn't even that straight. Second, no hoodie. Plus, he wore all black (dude, that seems more goth) Thirdly, he talked way too much to try and be emo...

Day was crap. BTW, gotta go to church today for three hours... don't ask why