I Get The Nerd.

So, I'm writing a story. It's the same one as the one that starts out as "I hate reading aloud..." I've posted that one.I'm at a part now where Lily has gotten various phone calls and instant messages from some random guy. She's not sure if he's some creepy stalker dude, or somebody that could actually like her.The guy had set a date for the two of them to meet in front of their school at 8:15. (Lily has NO idea who the guy is.)::
Okay, it's, like 8:25 in the morning. I had my dad drop me off at school early this morning, just so I could get this stupid meet-the-stalker thing over with. I knew it was too good to be true. He's probably not going to come. He's probably standing inside the school right now with all of his buddies, huddled up behind a wall, and laughing his head off because I'm such a humongous loser.
And now I have to go through those doors, and probably will be bombarded by seven to ten guys, and I will be mocked for the rest of my stupid life.
Great. 8:28. He's late for his own date. His own date that HE set. Maybe he is coming. Maybe I should go inside, and when he finally shows up, I should just act like I'm just getting here, too. Because if I just stand here, and he walks up to me, he'll think I'm way too eager for our little meeting.
But what if we actually end up together? We can't ever make a date now. Not after this. Not since now I know that he's always late. Okay, what the crap? It's 8:32. That's it. I'm going inside. I don't care anymore. So what if he gave me butterflies for the whole night? So what if he called me cutie? I'm probably right: he's probably that weird guy in my Physics class that has longer hair than ME. I always see him stare at me. I know that he does, and so I turn around and look at him, and he looks away. CRAP it's probably him!!
Why me? Seriously. WHY?
I swear, I only attract the weirdoes!
But I mean, what if it is him? What if I see Mister-My-Hair-Is-Longer-Than-Yours, and he saunters up to me, all casually, and hands me, like, a rose, or something. And then asks me to be his girlfriend. Um no thanks, Long-Hair.
You know what? I'm being judgmental. That's it. I'm judging him before I even get a chance to get to know him.
But please, for the love of GOD, don't let it be him!!
Oh man, oh man, oh man. He's not coming. The bell for everybody to get to class rings at, like, 8:52. And it's…CRAP! It's 8:40! Okay, I don't like this guy. I REALLY don't like this guy.
That's it. I'm going inside.
That's--
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