Girl Approaches I was sitting on a post next to a fire hydrant in front of Rockbottom, a place where they sell snacks and sodas cheap. I was drinking a Pepsi, eating jelly beans, in a tranquil state, relaxing myself shivering in the cold spring weather after my day at school.
Girl approaches.
"Hi. I was just wondering, did you used to go to Delta?"
Delta is a school. My girlfriend went there. She must know my girlfriend! That's why she's approaching me!
"Uh... no, I didn't," I said.
"Oh. You looked familiar."
You were sent here, weren't you! I don't know you! Confusion!
"So... where do you go to school?"
She wants to know where I go to school. If she was sent she would know.
"I go to Trinity," I said.
"Do you like it there?"
Ha! I hate it! How can I possibly explain how much I hate it?
"No."
"Why not?"
"Cuz there's a lot of preppie kids and a lot of fascist teachers," I said.
"Oh."
They think I'm a weirdo! Look at me, the weirdo! I'm the weirdo who doesn't fit in and who sits next to a fire hydrant after school everyday!
"Well... we just thought we recognized you. Bye."
I scared them off, cuz I'm a weirdo!
They walk to the near corner of the next block. I can see them. They wait.
They must be waiting for somebody! They approached me because they were bored.
They advance. They hide behind a telephone booth. I see their reflection in the restaurant window. They can't hide from me!
They argue. One restrains the other.
They giggle. Giggle giggle. Giggle. Giggle. They giggle.
One breaks free from restraint!
Girl approaches again.
"Hi again... my friend thinks you're cute."
Oh, boy, 'cute'! I have always aspired to be seen as cute by the myraid normal teenage girls! I can be their fucking fantasy like a fucking backstreet boy NSYNC pussy ass biatch! Fuck them!
"Oh," I say.
"Do you think she's cute?"
She's trying to set us up! I know her type... I've encountered them before.
"Um... I dunno. I don't really know her and I'm kinda not single right now" I say.
"You don't know? Come on..."
I'm gonna have to answer yes or no... I know her type! She wants something to report! She wants to set us up so she'll be a good friend, or she wants me to say her friend is ugly so she feels good about herself! I better answer something...
"Do you think she's cute?"
Again, she asks!
"Sure," I say.
"Okay. Thank you."
She walks back. She will report. But since I'm not single nothing will come of it. They walk away. Bye bye.