Dear Rose,
Do you believe in karma? I do. I think all the stupid mean things I’ve ever done in life added up to bring me the most ironic situation. I mean not only do I just go out on a whim and openly embrace my sexuality, but I find a cute girl to experiment with, a girl who was totally into me. The ironic part, that girl is my new stepsister. And what I thought would be a onetime thing, something I would never have to address again, well now every time I see your eyes I get a constant reminder of what we did.
To make matters worse we are going to be living in a house together like one big happy family. Your room will be right across from mine. Just thinking about it makes me queasy. Trust me I’ve tried talking my dad out of it. I tried to reason, an emotional play, I even had one of those cheesy teenage meltdowns you see in movies, it didn’t work. We are getting a new house; you and your mom are moving in and that is all there is to it.
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Well, that was the last box from the truck. Tomorrow you will come, and I’ll have to help you move in all your boxes. I do have another complaint besides the fact that you and your mom are going to be sleeping five feet away from me. My actual complaint is if we were going to move why couldn’t it be out of the district? I mean why not go to a new town with people we don’t know to start a new life? What is the point of moving if I still have to go to that same school? I hate that place. You will probably hate it too, okay maybe not you’re pretty enough to fit in with Blythe and her gang of followers. The popular girls.
Blythe is my arch rival we have been going to the same school and have been put in the same classes since I could walk. We used to be friends once upon a time but then she got boobs and a boyfriend, and I got a retainer and glasses. I don’t need the retainer any more, okay maybe I do, but I don’t use it. Either way, she found out she was too good for me and our rivalry began.
I thought it was stupid that she didn’t want to be my friend anymore just because I had glasses. Even more stupid now her and her stupid friends wear fake glasses to try and look like hipsters! I don’t get it, really, I don’t. How are my glasses ugly and theirs not?
Our rivalry isn’t an ordinary mean girl rivalry either. You might think by rival I mean that Blythe and her friends constantly pick on me while I do nothing to defend myself. You would be wrong. Remember when I was talking about karma? Well, one reason I want to move out of this school district is that I have already been labeled as a “defiant child” I get in trouble at school all the time. The one and only reason, Blythe.
To understand our relationship and why I loathe her so much let me give you a prime example of her bitchiness. Two months ago, blithe was going into her fourth month of dating Crowley Jones the “it” guy of the school. He plays football or something. Anyways one thing that Blythe likes to do is show off how she is in a relationship and I will never ever be in one. It is like her favorite thing to do. How does she do that? Well, she will seek me out purposely place herself in my line of sight and proceed to have a steamy make-out session with her boyfriend. It is super annoying especially when no matter where I go she is there. How is anyone supposed to focus like that?
So, I planned to get her back. You see our relationship is a push and shove one. She pushes me and when I’ve had enough of her crap I shove back. She made the volleyball team and I didn’t, I bleached her uniform right before a match. She’d lock me out of the school and made me bang on the door until a teacher saw me and lets me in, I put a snake in her car. Okay, that one was funny. Seriously, till this day I’ve never laughed harder. It earned me a three-day suspension and a scolding from the biology professor from which I stole the snake from but it was worth it.
Back to what I was talking about, so she kept showing off Crowley jones to me, why? Well before I discovered I was super gay, I went on a pity date with Crowley. He was dared to ask me out by Blythe. I was innocent and naive. That was the first and only time anyone had ever asked me out. I was admittedly flustered and freaking out, but we went to the movies.
On this pity date, he was a perfect gentleman. Bought my movie ticket, paid for my popcorn, even held the door for me. No complaints. I was starting to like the guy. Things took a turn for weird during the movie. You see he kept looking around as if he was looking for someone. That was my first red flag. When I tried to hold his hand, he recoiled back as if he was disgusted, second red flag. I used to be an optimist and wouldn’t be dissuaded by these signs of suspicion.
After the movie when we were walking out he asked me something strange.
“Hey, you want to make out?”
“Uh here? Now?” I asked because we were still at the movies just standing outside now.
“Yeah.”
“Um, okay,” I admit I was feeling super uncomfortable, but I figured this is what happens on normal dates right?
Well, he wanted me to make the first move, so I tried. I leaned into him and puckered my lips. He pushed me away and started laughing. Then a whole group of people came out and started laughing at me. It was Blythe and her gang, they were making fun of how desperate I was. Crowley and his buddies laughed about how I would have probably gone all the way.
It was degrading, humiliating, embarrassing, and downright mean. I was not going to let her get away with this. Fast forward to two months ago and I had finally come up with a plan. Okay, this plan is partially why I am still out of school. I was suspended for 60 days.
I went to the school locker room during seventh-period gym and stole both Blythe and Crowley’s phone. I sent each person a message saying to meet under the bleachers before the football game started for a quickie come wearing nothing.
I am a bitter and cruel person.
I, of course, deleted the message that I sent from their phone so it would look like the other asked first and they wouldn’t see that they sent a message as well. Because then they would know something was up because they didn’t write that message.
With the help of the AV club, who were innocent in all of this, they thought I was going to shoot a school promo for a class project. They wished. They too got suspended but only for three days. We hooked up a camera and made the feed playout of the big mega screen right before the football game started. So, while the band was playing the school song live on the screen was Crowley and Blythe getting ready to go at it. It was a masterpiece.
The entire school was laughing at how small he was in that department, and at how Blythe was complaining about it. Saying it was like sticking a finger in her, which she requested he do instead of… well, you know. I was dying of laughter, so much so that I was too distracted to make my getaway. Which is how I got caught red-handed. Not that they wouldn’t have caught me anyway. The school knows by now that when it comes to Blythe it was probably me. Her mom threatened to put a restraining order on me.
Anyways now that they were publicly humiliated such as I was, I had ruined their relationship. Crowley broke up with her the next day. She was furious at me. You see I too would only have been suspended for a few days were it not for what happened next. We had a fist fight, a real fight, not the dirty tricks we usually use. It got ugly, of course, I knew how to defend myself, with my dad being a cop and all. She also knew how to fight since she had taken karate until she was twelve.
Blood, hair, and teeth. That is what I remember from that. It was not a pretty sight and I admit not my proudest moment. I hope you never see me like that. I’m trying to change, honest. Well, that is how I was suspended for 60 days. I was nearly expelled but lucky for me my dad is a smooth talker. Blythe was suspended for two weeks.
I go back Monday, but at least I won’t be alone this time. Because you will be starting school there too now.
Therefore, I think karma got me this time. Because of all the horrible things I’ve done to Blythe, a horrible thing happened to me, and you by extension, which for once had nothing to do with Blythe. For what it’s worth I am sorry. The last thing I wanted to happen was this. I swear. Hopefully, when I see you tomorrow I can clear things up.
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Okay, that was painful, in a bad way in a very bad way. You and Blythe certainly belong together. Out of all the things you could have said, wow and I thought I was a bitch. You certainly take the prize that’s for sure.
I was just trying to be civil, to be nice! I even helped you unpack! You, you, gah! Why do I have a knack for picking out jerks? For your information, I was not desperate! I was experimenting, there is a difference. If anything, you were desperate! Miss let me grind myself into you and feel up your chest. And if you had a boyfriend then why? Why do that with me? I think you are the confused one. Threatening to tell my dad was low, even for me. I would never tell your mom, even though I should, being as someone is definitely confused about their sexuality and it’s not me!
I am going to let this slide, for now. Obviously, you are panicking and are just trying to protect yourself. You don’t know me, and I don’t know you. Anyone would go on the offense if they felt threatened. So, I will let this go. I’ll take a deep breath, and let this go.
See, I told you I’m changing.
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