Hate That I Like You

So my last entry was long, long enough to get you all by for a day...or two-ish. It certainly has kept Frank busy for that long...and I don't think he even finished reading it yet. Whatever, here's another entry:

So, Salad said to me two days ago in between chemistry classes that he wanted to talk more because we were barely talking. Who was I to argue with that? I figured that I would give him some space but he thought I was mad at him or something. Once we got that figured out we were pestered by Frank, who called us both girls because we sounded like girls.

I didn't think that we would talk much, but he's been pestering me if I don't talk to him. I like talking to him but here's the problem...I'm not completely over him yet. I thought I was but I still get that excited feeling right before I see him after study hall...even when I'm not talking to him. And yes this is bad because he likes this other girl I know and I do want them to get together (I AM a good friend to those guys...a damn good friend!) so I can't like him...that's like being a hypocrite or something. So right now I hate that I like him because I do...and he doesn't like me like that. Why are boys so confusing?

It isn't just Salad that's bugging me though, George and Frank too. They pestered Aaron to tell them who I liked now (I don't like the guy anymore but oh well.) and when they found out, they came to lunch and listed several reasons why I shouldn't like him/go out with him.

I appreciate what your doing guys...but I can stand up for myself and make my own decisions.

Speaking of standing up for myself, my "friend" Rose has been bugging me lately. I once used her iced tea to throw some of it on Frank...the iced tea accidentally came out and splattered him...it looked like he wet his pants! (It was funny!) Ever since that, she's been using it as a threat to the guys and yesterday when George was going to try to draw a smiley face on my hand, at first I rebelled but once I let him, Rose poured her whole tea on George's head (the one day he had it in a Mohawk) and when I confronted her about it she said it was because he was doing it against my will so she "helped" (I'm adding those air quotes) by pouring the tea on his head...and my hand. I never felt so little, useless and weak in my entire 10th grade year until that one little comment.