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…
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