Cont'd 6/6/2001
In eighth period, Fred, John, Joe F., and Matt P. were all acting like jerks. I don't know how we got into this conversation, but John mentioned something about my ex-boyfriend. Naturally, Matt starts demanding to know who my ex-boyfriend was.
I've only had one ex-boyfriend, Jeremy. We were best friends for two years, dated for two months, and the friendship pretty much died after we went out. He dumped me in the middle of the mall actually. We were with my best friend Desiree, and one of her friends, Dabby. We were all waiting for Desiree's mom to pick us up when Jeremy dumped me. Naturally, Desiree decided to tell anyone who could listen (gotta love the h.s. grapevine) and I was soon the laughingstock of ninth grade. To add insult to injury, Jeremy was in eigth grade; a middle schooler dumped a highschooler. I've never quite lived it down and when anyone mentions his name I want to crawl into a hole.
Anyway, I start getting really upset because knowing John, he would not only give out my ex boyfriend's name, but refresh everyone's memories as to how the relaionship ended. Then Fred starts snickering and says, "C'mon John, tell me who it is!" I'm now going crazy because now Matt, Fred, and Joe are all pestering John, and John is giving me this evil smile. He whispers something behind his hand to Matt, who starts laughing. Finally I yelled, "John, will you just drop it? I was in ninth grade!" John gives me a quizzical look and asks," Ninth grade? You went out with Jerry S. in seventh grade."
(Quick backround--Jerry S. is a low class kid who dropped out of school two years ago. I have no idea where John got the idea that I went out with Jerry. Jerry, in seventh grade, asked me when I was a sixth grader to go to a dance with him. I said no, and that's the last time I remember talking to him). To say that I went out with Jerry, especially in the middle of a quiet classroom, is almost as bad as announcing what happened with Jeremy.
What pisses me off is that John was fighting me on this--he insisted that I dated Jerry. Um, don't you think I would remember these things a little better than he would??? Once again, everyone is snickering at me while I turned interesting shades of red. (It didn't help my argument either). I don't understand how people can just embarrass other people so carelessly. I'm almost glad I'm going to a school with 10,000 people. No-one will remember my name, much less yet who I did (or didn't) date. I'm tired of everyone and I just want to get out at this point.
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