So, today, during Calc, the whole class ridicules him for forgetting his girlfriend's birthday (which he found out just two minutes ago). He gets up from his chair, starts hyperventilating, cusses down a list of repetitive (censored) words, and frantically begins texting. He gazes at me, in hopes, that I, the one who's sat next to him all semester, the supposed "math genius" will give him any ideas how to fix the mess he's stuck into. I shake my head, smirk, and just laugh. Why would I help him?
His girlfriend's beautiful - she really is...and she's sixteen as of now. Did I tell you he's eighteen, ready to get into college, and live his life? Why the hell does he need this girl (and this girl comes with the "complete package" if you know what I mean)? It's just frustrating the fact that he's almost using this girl yet at the same time it's tantalizing that this girl is blinded bythe supposed sun rays beaming off this kid.
Yes, I know age is but a number, and people can have this real attraction...but for some reason, this all seems phony (courtesy of Holden Caulfield) and kinda pathetic.
And for those who might be wondering, no.
ooooooooh laaaaaaaaa laaaaaaaa. u jealous??
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