im new to this community
im 13, from california, USA
well, anyways, the community info said I could rant about anything, so here goes nothing...
ok, so i met this guy quique (pronounced kee-kay) when I joined a swim team, right? so we are like totally into each other from day 1. so we like flirt every day... well, 3 days a week, which is the only times we ever see each other, cuz thats when the team meets.
well anyways, on friday we had a sort of fundraiser instead of our regular practice. it was like a swim-a-thon, where people pledge you like 50 cents a lap or something...
so my friends come cuz they wanna meet quique, right?
so he comes a 5:00 pm, even though it starts at 4:15. i was freaking out, cuz the only reason i went was to make a move on him (i was gonna kiss him and pretend it was a dare unless he kissed me back) cuz i didnt really feel like swimming. so anyway, he comes and you can like hear us all breathe a sigh of relief, for one reason or another. so he gets in and starts swimming, an we both finish around the same time.
so I'm drying off and changing and junk, and two of my other friends are talking, one of which is in quique's carpool. so while they're talking, i'm playing basketball with quique and my other friend clement, and his sister lizzie. so we are playing, and I'm hella flirting with quique, right? so emily (the friend who WASN'T in quique's carpool) comes up to me in the basketball courts, her face looks all hurt:
The curtain rises to reveal HALEY, a average-sized 13-year-old blue-eyed brunette wearing jeans, high-tops, and a shirt wiht the logo of a local restaurant, "Vitte"; and EMILY, a slim 13-year-old brunette with brown eyes, wearing a racerback swimsuit and a towel.
HALEY- whats's wrong?
EMILY- quique's got a fucking girlfriend
HALEY- it was too good to be true
EMILY- ya. we should pretend we dont know, so you can still make out w/ him
the curtains close...
but then she goes and talks to him. by the end of the night i'm in tears and roberto is being a bitch. he wont even come comfort me or anything. he knows that i wont talk to him but thats not the point. the point is that i dont think he was planning on ever telling me that he had a girlfriend... the point is that I still love him even though I wish that I hated him...