By the time Rey crawled in I’d told Nancy everything and was feeling a lot better about it all. He looked in a sorry state and he looked sorry. He told me Lola had invented the whole story about them going out together. He looked me right in the eye when he said it so I know he was telling the truth. What he said next about Mar being mad with him had me even more convinced. “It’s not even my fault! I’m innocent! I’ve had it with women.”
Long may it last – 2 seconds probably knowing Rey.
After he said that he looked at me deadly serious and we both collapsed into hysterics. It hurt but it was cool.
Friday, 4 December 2009
The Fight
How could he do that? I was the one who should be mad and he just came right in and went for me. So I gave him all the hate and envy I was feeling in punches.
By the time the girls came in we were both bloody.
You could tell the way their voices had got high pitched and developed American TV accents, that the girls were excited, thrilled by the blood and drama of it all. And I felt that feeling of being owned close in again too. They were fussing and clucking around us then. I did the only sane thing I’d done all day. I got up and walked away. Female hands clutched at me as I passed. I don’t know whose. Blood was dripping into one of my eyes and I wasn’t looking anyway. “Stare straight ahead” I told myself and that’s what I did & walked, hobbled straight ahead too. Outside my luck changed. Miss English saw me and came striding over. True to character she didn’t fuss, just helped me walk to the nurse’s room. Miss English asked only one question: she pointed back to the gym and asked, “Is there anyone else I need to worry about in there?”
I shook my head; Rey had enough people worrying about him right now. I was going to have Miss English’s worry all to myself. But then I realised Rey would be heading to the nurse’s room soon too and then what? The room was too small for the both of us.
I needn’t have worried. Miss English left me with Nancy “to tend my wounds” as she put it and then went to see who I’d left in the gym.
By the time the girls came in we were both bloody.
You could tell the way their voices had got high pitched and developed American TV accents, that the girls were excited, thrilled by the blood and drama of it all. And I felt that feeling of being owned close in again too. They were fussing and clucking around us then. I did the only sane thing I’d done all day. I got up and walked away. Female hands clutched at me as I passed. I don’t know whose. Blood was dripping into one of my eyes and I wasn’t looking anyway. “Stare straight ahead” I told myself and that’s what I did & walked, hobbled straight ahead too. Outside my luck changed. Miss English saw me and came striding over. True to character she didn’t fuss, just helped me walk to the nurse’s room. Miss English asked only one question: she pointed back to the gym and asked, “Is there anyone else I need to worry about in there?”
I shook my head; Rey had enough people worrying about him right now. I was going to have Miss English’s worry all to myself. But then I realised Rey would be heading to the nurse’s room soon too and then what? The room was too small for the both of us.
I needn’t have worried. Miss English left me with Nancy “to tend my wounds” as she put it and then went to see who I’d left in the gym.
Tuesday, 1 December 2009
Diego Gets Moony – Eyed
Lola…
Well if you’re going to like a girl…
Miercoles! Miss English is coming over!
Beautiful, long, thick, toffee- banana hair, delicate heart-shaped face, big hazel eyes, perfect button nose and teeth that have been both whitened and straightened.
Miercoles otra vez!
I just realised how that looks – I am, of course, describing Lola not Miss English!
I don’t do crushes on grown ups. Let’s face it – until last lesson I didn’t do crushes on anyone. Now here I am moony-eyed over the most beautiful girl in school. I might as well have a crush on a movie star. A movie star that’s spoken to me, laughed with me, offered a sympathetic ear (refused – when you’re trying to pull a movie star, never let on that you’re down on your luck), touched my knee more than once and shone that sweet shy smile on me many times in the space of one heavenly hour.
But only because Miss Science made us lab partners and Lola was in about as much mood to investigate the properties of stone as I was. I think I’ve said (written) before that most girls are all right if you have to work with them. Lola was better than all right. She made me smile and laugh. Miracles happen.
She seemed happy to work with me. She came straight over and nudged me conspiratorially, “So, rocks, like, sooooo fascinating!” She rolled her eyes dramatically and we both giggled.
Her hair brushed against my face, as she laughed, soft and tickly.
I didn’t get tongue-tied though, I joked back at her and got her laughing.
And that was the beginning of a beautiful lesson, of whispered jokes and stifled giggles and jealous looks. For an hour I felt like king of the world.
So that’s what girls can do for you.
She’s smiling at me now. A secret smile, remembering a little joke from last lesson, private between just us.
I’m trying to hold onto the king feeling but it’s slipping…
Pathetic huh?
Can I blame hormones?
Last thing I bloody need…
Well if you’re going to like a girl…
Miercoles! Miss English is coming over!
Beautiful, long, thick, toffee- banana hair, delicate heart-shaped face, big hazel eyes, perfect button nose and teeth that have been both whitened and straightened.
Miercoles otra vez!
I just realised how that looks – I am, of course, describing Lola not Miss English!
I don’t do crushes on grown ups. Let’s face it – until last lesson I didn’t do crushes on anyone. Now here I am moony-eyed over the most beautiful girl in school. I might as well have a crush on a movie star. A movie star that’s spoken to me, laughed with me, offered a sympathetic ear (refused – when you’re trying to pull a movie star, never let on that you’re down on your luck), touched my knee more than once and shone that sweet shy smile on me many times in the space of one heavenly hour.
But only because Miss Science made us lab partners and Lola was in about as much mood to investigate the properties of stone as I was. I think I’ve said (written) before that most girls are all right if you have to work with them. Lola was better than all right. She made me smile and laugh. Miracles happen.
She seemed happy to work with me. She came straight over and nudged me conspiratorially, “So, rocks, like, sooooo fascinating!” She rolled her eyes dramatically and we both giggled.
Her hair brushed against my face, as she laughed, soft and tickly.
I didn’t get tongue-tied though, I joked back at her and got her laughing.
And that was the beginning of a beautiful lesson, of whispered jokes and stifled giggles and jealous looks. For an hour I felt like king of the world.
So that’s what girls can do for you.
She’s smiling at me now. A secret smile, remembering a little joke from last lesson, private between just us.
I’m trying to hold onto the king feeling but it’s slipping…
Pathetic huh?
Can I blame hormones?
Last thing I bloody need…
Thursday, 4 June 2009
Rey Gets a Girlfriend – Diego
Dios Santos! It finally happened…
Rey gave in to the girls: he now officially has a girlfriend, now the girls’ll never stop writing in the journal and they’ll all want boyfriends now – it’ll be hell. It’s not even as if we’d get to choose. Let’s face it, there’s no way Rey chose Mar. All the girls fancy him cause he’s funny. OK and cool, and he’s got those blue-eyed, tanned, mixta good looks. And he balances rebellious with charming like it’s an art form. And, most of all, he’s not bothered about what anyone thinks of him. Why would he be when everyone thinks he’s great? ‘Cept maybe his dad, who doesn’t think about him at all.
So why’s he going out with Mar I hear you ask? Or maybe you’re not asking that ‘cause maybe you haven’t read enough about Mar yet…
Maybe I should rectify that…
OK: Least good looking of the main 4 ‘popular’ girls – Mar, Alicia, Lola and Sol. Not even up there in the top half of the grade in my opinion.
Yes, I know, looks aren’t everything but I’m not being shallow but let’s face it, if a girl’s got nothing else to offer at least looks count for something. And if you’re gonna have a girlfriend at all why have the least attractive on offer? And, like I say, surely Rey could have his pick? Surely not.
Mar is mean – she makes herself feel big by making other people feel small.
Manipulative – she likes to be in control and is a master at knowing how to get people to do things they, mostly, don’t want to do.
Morose – she moans and complains and is generally gloomy even when being mean or manipulative – her favourite pastimes.
Moronic - ok maybe that’s a bit harsh – I was just trying to think of ‘m’ words!)
Anyway, you get the picture, the girl has been bending people to her will for years through a combination of brute force, blackmail, bribery and Jedi mind control.
Not the dream girlfriend.
So what went wrong?
And why is Rey acting happy?
Rey gave in to the girls: he now officially has a girlfriend, now the girls’ll never stop writing in the journal and they’ll all want boyfriends now – it’ll be hell. It’s not even as if we’d get to choose. Let’s face it, there’s no way Rey chose Mar. All the girls fancy him cause he’s funny. OK and cool, and he’s got those blue-eyed, tanned, mixta good looks. And he balances rebellious with charming like it’s an art form. And, most of all, he’s not bothered about what anyone thinks of him. Why would he be when everyone thinks he’s great? ‘Cept maybe his dad, who doesn’t think about him at all.
So why’s he going out with Mar I hear you ask? Or maybe you’re not asking that ‘cause maybe you haven’t read enough about Mar yet…
Maybe I should rectify that…
OK: Least good looking of the main 4 ‘popular’ girls – Mar, Alicia, Lola and Sol. Not even up there in the top half of the grade in my opinion.
Yes, I know, looks aren’t everything but I’m not being shallow but let’s face it, if a girl’s got nothing else to offer at least looks count for something. And if you’re gonna have a girlfriend at all why have the least attractive on offer? And, like I say, surely Rey could have his pick? Surely not.
Mar is mean – she makes herself feel big by making other people feel small.
Manipulative – she likes to be in control and is a master at knowing how to get people to do things they, mostly, don’t want to do.
Morose – she moans and complains and is generally gloomy even when being mean or manipulative – her favourite pastimes.
Moronic - ok maybe that’s a bit harsh – I was just trying to think of ‘m’ words!)
Anyway, you get the picture, the girl has been bending people to her will for years through a combination of brute force, blackmail, bribery and Jedi mind control.
Not the dream girlfriend.
So what went wrong?
And why is Rey acting happy?
Weird At Home
Weird stuff is going on at home. Weirder than usual that is. I caught Chell crying earlier. She wouldn’t tell me why, just ran off. Chell’s the help. She helps with everything. Essential since Dad buggered off to the states. Mum’s not very good at motherly things. Any of them. Chell’s at least good on the practical stuff.
I’m too old for the mumsy stuff anyhow. Cuddles and things.
Friday, 29 May 2009
Diego's Private Blog
Whoah! What happened there? It was like being invaded when I looked up and saw Lola's comment arrive and then I read what Mar had written. But it wasn’t what she had written that shook me. It was the fact that she had written it on Rey's computer...
What was all that about? This is my first private entry in my private blog. I don’t trust all the others not to look. They’re all great friends but – well the temptation would just be too much wouldn’t it? So what was all that about?
Girls acting like they’re a part of El Grupo and the boys just letting it happen? I know JD's always hung out with the girls he calls himself the Ladies Man and they all adore him for some strange reason. But it was never on our time and they never never hung out with us.
I mean girls are ok if they're just being people you know? But when they're being girlie girls they’re girls, alien species. I’m rambling. The point is the glamour girls have always been something I put up with when I have to and now they’re writing on my blog, they'll be writing in our book next, El Grupo’s journal. Are they going to join El Grupo? I’ve never seen any of them play football.
What was all that about? This is my first private entry in my private blog. I don’t trust all the others not to look. They’re all great friends but – well the temptation would just be too much wouldn’t it? So what was all that about?
Girls acting like they’re a part of El Grupo and the boys just letting it happen? I know JD's always hung out with the girls he calls himself the Ladies Man and they all adore him for some strange reason. But it was never on our time and they never never hung out with us.
I mean girls are ok if they're just being people you know? But when they're being girlie girls they’re girls, alien species. I’m rambling. The point is the glamour girls have always been something I put up with when I have to and now they’re writing on my blog, they'll be writing in our book next, El Grupo’s journal. Are they going to join El Grupo? I’ve never seen any of them play football.
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