Pot Kettler. Stupid COW.

The noise was deafening. I could feel the beat of the bass thumping deep in side my chest. The night air was cool, but standing in the midst of the gyrating bodies of my fellow classmates, I could feel the sweat trickling down my back.

The crowd around me slowly thinned as I sashayed backwards through the melee. As I hit something solid- presumably the wall- I wriggled against it, wiping my back against my shirt.

"Ahem."

My eyes flew open as I nearly jumped out of my skin.

D.

I hastily moved sideways and pressed up against the actual wall.

"Jeez." 

He smirked at me. "Yeah, hey to you too."

I ignored the look he gave me- I was too busy trying to slow my heartbeat down. I had wriggled against him. Yowza. And His face had been so close, I could feel his breath on my neck when he gave his sarky little cough.

Watch your step, M. BREATHE. 

"How come you're not dancing?" I said over the music, leaning up for his benefit.

He got up off the wall and did an awkward butt wiggle. I snickered as he grinned and leaned back again. "Yeah, that's why," he replied.

"'Sokay D, you're so coo' you'll create a rad new fad on the floor with your retarded moves," I said, with a touch of sarcasm.

It was true, though. D was a very popular dude. No matter what level of idiocy he displayed, guys were still intimidated by him, and chicks still swooned at the very sight of him. 

I cursed myself everyday for being one of those bints.

He threw me an arrogant look. "Hell yeah I would!"

I rolled my eyes at him, but smiled despite myself.

M, you DOUCHE.

At that point R, the slimiest little numbnut in our year showed up and slapped D on the back.

"Sup man, where's your girl today? Haven't seen her anywhere."

Grah. Not only did this fudge packer show his ugly mug and ruin a perfectly good(and almost flirty?) conversation, he had to mention Her. Bitch.

D smiled ruefully. "Nah, she couldn't come. Had other stuff to do."

Which was code for She Wasn't Frickin INVITED. 

I smirked. Muhaha. Loser.

"Aah, well. Shit happens. How is she, anyway?" R asked.

My GOD. WHY DO YOU GIVE A FLYING UNICORN'S ARSE, YOU MORON? SHE ISN'T YOUR GIRLFRIEND, AS WELL SUITED AS YOU ARE TO EACH OTHER!! I mentally screamed, banging R's head into the wall until his skull smashed open and his brains splattered all over the floor.

In my head. Obviously.

I tuned out of their conversation as I continued the whiny monologue in my head.

Why the hell is someone like him dating a girl like Her?! Honestly, she's dumber than a 5-year-old on a sugar high! And he, man, D is such a smart kid. And besides her being a total and irreversible retard, she's a ho-bag who runs through boys like tissue paper. And she talks in this annoying high pitched voice. And she's so insipid she makes chalk look fun. What the hell does he SEE in Her?! STUPID BOYS WHO FALL FOR DUMB BLONDE-YET-CUTE WOMEN! AND THIS AFTER HE AND I ACTUALLY HAVE SOME SORT OF CHEMISTRY! STUPID, STUPID BOYS! WHY AM I NOT A LESBIAN, DAM-

"Uhh, you okay M? You look a little...constipated. For lack of a better adjective." D said, interrupting my inner hissy fit. He waved his hand in front of my face again, hiding his grin.

So apparently the inane conversation with the slimeball was over. I shook my head vigorously and rearranged my expression into a party-happy grin. 

"Better?"

He laughed.

"Much."

I smiled slightly.

We leaned back against the wall again, and continued watching everyone else.

Grah. After all this, he still picks Her.

Shit happens, man. A voice said in my head. 

Yeah, well, it happens way too often for my liking, I replied, pouting. Things should be like they are in my head, in their rightful places. Dumbasses like Her end up with dipshits like R, global warming is a myth, and D dates people who travel on the same intellectual wavelength as him.

Stupid reality.