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So, about that thing I mentioned that happened at the dance....

(I am at home writing this and my mother could walk in any minute so I'm going to have to make this VERY brief. Trust me, it has exploded into the romantic equivalent of the Cold War.)

So...I've known this guy since school started. He's a SENIOR. A mother-f'n SENIOR.

....Just roll with me, here.

He likes another girl who's a junior. I know her too, because she's in my Talented Drama class. So we wait for her to arrive and she comes and she leaves early. Mark, the senior guy, doesn't have much fun and neither have I, because it's ten-thirty and neither of us have danced.

We sit down and talk FOREVER. I forgot what about. But I remember that I was sick that night (you'll remember that from a previous entry....yes, I'm a dumbass, I went to the dance when I was sick) and so every time I would cough he would practically rush over and phone a medic. So we danced to Green Day and some Blink-182...and then JEEZUM CROW. It happened.

A slow song.

Okay, me coming from a small Baptist school where dancing is Satan, I have absolutely no idea how to dance other than like, ballet and tap.

So it was pretty embarrassing when he had to show me where to put my hands and stuff. But it was just practice. You know.

And it was a fast slow song, if you know what I mean. More like swing-dancing or something.

Fast forward until midnight.

The last song comes on. This time, it's a true slow song. DAMMIT.

So we go out to dance for the last song, just because it was the last song, or whatever. EAAAGGHHH I'm trying to type so fast before my mother sees this and it is just not working!!!

Except this time he showed me another way to slow dance, with both my arms around his neck. that was sort of weird, ebcause he's a lot taller than I am (but then again, isn't everybody?) and I had just never done it before. Excuse me for sounding immature, but HELLO! I've just been released from a festering Hell-Hole known as private religious school and I'm enjoying my public high-school life immensely, thankyouverymuch.

I started to like, barf up a lung and that made his shoulder look very inviting. So I laid my head down. Like the little whore I am.

Okay song's over. He leans in. I turn head.

EEEEAAAAAGHHHHH I AM AN IDIOT.

He leans in again. I keep head straight. Score!

Five seconds too, folks. And remember, he's a f'n SENIOR and I'm a lowly _freshman. So yeah, it caught some eyes around the dance floor.

Fast forward to this past Monday.

I miss my bus. He drives me home. It's about thirty minutes to me house so needless to say, we have time to talk.

We get to my house. Naturally, no one is there, but I have a key. Terrific. He follows me in. Oh Joy. Oh Rapture. GO AWAY.

I walk back to my room, and he follows me. OH JOY OH RAPTURE, GO AWAY!!! NOW!!! BEFORE SOMEONE COMES HOME!!!

I tell him this, and he decides it's probably best for him to leave. THANK YOU JESUS. So I give him a hug like I always do. He won't let go.

Well, isn't this just terrific?

SO he tries to kiss me again while we're standing there IN MY ROOM no less. So I let him, but I back away and tell him that I don't want to get caught by my stepmom.

Fast forward to this week in general. He eats lunch with me. He just generally plays around with me. No, not in that way, you pervert! I mean, he teases me and stuff. I can't explain it any other way. And in the midst of all this, he asks me out this weekend. To go OUT OF TOWN. TODAY.

And I told him yes, like the dumbass I am.

So now that I'm wearing his class ring and have managed to get everyone in the Class of 2006 to think I'm just a little whore, I don't think I can go today. I have those awards to go to tonight at the theatre. And I'm nominated for Best Actress, so I think I have to go.........

OH WILL SOMEBODY JUST SHOOT ME PLEASE!!!

But wait. Th worst is yet to come.

Yesterday I got a frantic call from Jessica right after I got off the phone with my grandmother. I had called Jessica's cell phone right before I called my grandmother, so I expected her to call me back. But she was FRANTIC.

"Elizabeth! Check your messages! Erase them ALL!" she practically screams into the receiver.

"Why?"

"When you called, Kevin pressed and button and it redailed your house. AND WE WERE TALKING ABOUT YOU AND MARK AND IT RECORDED ON YOUR ANSERING MACHINE!!!"

Oh shit.

So I hang up and check the messages before my mom gets a chance to. Normally she would have already, but by some Act Of God she didn't that day.

Sure enough, there was like, a five-minute message on there telling EVERYTHING that had happened and how I'm using Jessica as a cover so my parents won't find out. I would have been DEAD. MEAT.

It was like something out of a movie.

A twisted, sick movie where hopefully the leading lady dies.

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Now, speaking of the play I'm in...

We're going pro, I think. I mean, we've teamed up with a bunch of people from a prfessional theatre nearby, and our whole show it going to be pro, basically. So why not pay the lead actress, moi?

I found my costume yesterday. it's this black dress with a tattered bottom and has the long, tattered gold sleeves. I think it used to be a Halloween costume.

Anyway....

the music that we have to far kicks ASS. It's awesome.

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Oops. Mother just walked in. Have to go.

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