
Mar 22nd, 2003, 03:24 AM
Counting Crows again
Life sucks.
There's this girl... (as all stories with an upsetting ending start off)
Our math teacher (32 years old, coach of the 7th grade girls basketball and volleyball team, owns a comic book store, lives with his parents) would always harass her. He'd stare at her ass/tits and get real close to her when he'd help her out with work. He'd always try looking up her skirt when she'd wear one.
Well, I just happen to be in love with this girl. Finally, someone said something to the assistant principal, and he yelled at the math teacher, and threatened to fire him and all that fun stuff. Well now he doesn't so much as look at her. But that first part is what started all this.
She got pulled out of class to get talked to, and then the lunch bell rings. The halls clear out, and her locker is right across the hall from mine. Well I was taking my time getting to my car, and I saw her, and I asked her what that was all about. She was in a rush to get her books into her locker so she could rush out to the car to go to lunch (with all the "popular" people that aren't really good friends to her, but she gets drunk with all the time). She wouldn't look up at me, and she was trying to talk but she kept getting choked up, and she was real short of breath. I grabbed her hand, and asked her if she was ok. She started crying and told me about how "it didn't really bother her, but she just couldn't beleive that it got to the point that the teachers had to get involved." Right when her voice broke, and she started crying, I got that feeling in my stomach/body that you get when you find out that someone close to you/a family memeber just died.
I put my arm around her, and she was walking really fast, and trying to get out to the car before all her "friends" left. She got out there, and looked for the car, and said "they left."
Something about the way she said that just broke my heart. It's just.... inexplicable. I don't know. It made me want to cry. It was like she just admitted defeat to life.
Then she saw the car pulling out, and caught up with them as she wiped away her tears. As she was walking, she said "I'll be fine, but thanks for caring." I was just left there trembling and confused.
I felt the worst I've ever felt, and I didn't know what to do. The only natural reaction I had was to go have a cigarette to calm myself down, and I hadn't smoked for almost 4 months. She came back from luch, and she was trying her hardest to play it off, but I could see that it did something to her. I could bareley sleep that night... all I could do was think about her. I don't know why, but really fucked me up to see her like that.
She came in the next day, and she still couldn't talk, and I could see her wiping tears away all through math class. She said she was fine, and I wanted to stop by her house after school and try to talk to her, but I know it would've been real akward, and I didn't have the balls to do it, so I just drove around for 3 hours chain smoking and thinking about her.
It's like 2 weeks later, and still, every time I see her/think about her, I get physically ill. I start shaking, and I can't think straight. I know I need to say something to her, but we've been (somewhat close) friends for almost 5 years, and I don't want to jepordize the relationship we've already got. She's the only somewhat intelectual person I can talk to anymore. Without her, I'd have nothing, but I don't really have her. I can't stop thinking about her. She's just got this luminescent personallity, and I know for a fact that her and I would make a great couple... I know she wants it too, but she's just got so many complexes preventing it.
If I were a ''cooler'' person, I know we'd be a couple, but she's so overly worried about her social status/what people think of her that she couldn't do something like that.
The other thing is it seems as if she's not the type of girl to have a mutual loving relationship, but she's the type of girl who wants to be obtained and taken care of, not ''interactive,'' so to speak.
I just don't know what to do. All I can do is sit here and listen to Counting Crows and be depressed. It fucking sucks. I know it'll ruin things forever if I tell her how I feel, but I need to be in love with her, not at her.
I was thinking of getting real drunk with just her and me, and that way I know I'd tell her, but I don't think it would do anything but create tension and akwardness anyway.
I just don't know what to do.
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