Metaphorical Conscience

Date: 11/1/2018

I somehow ended up at someone else’s house as I believe there was a party going on. This really hot guy that we’ll call C that I’ve never talked to before was walking down the stairs when our English teacher stopped him. She was boosting him, talking about how muscular and handsome he was. I agreed and said “yeah your pretty hot” *random for me* He walked outside and I followed. Then he asked me if I wanted to play a game with him. I did cause, why not, but then my ex-bff join in. (We can call her M) M was always pretty and popular so she was sorta friends with C. We started playing a weird board game and C gets up to go to the bathroom. M turns to me and says: “I saw you trying your best to flirt, but it’s never gonna happen. I mean it’s C and your...you” That really fucking hurt, but I knew that already. So upset, I grab some chips and walk away towards the house. I knock on the bathroom door to go cry and C opens it. He pulls me towards him and goes to kiss me, covering our faces with a jacket, but I stopped him and said: “stop, I have chips in my mouth” He backs off kinda disappointment like it was an lame excuse, and then I lean into him and kiss him. *so my dream was over, I started thinking that M reflected the way I look at my self, our English teacher is the way I want to be able to flirt with hot guys, and my kiss with C is that there’s still hope for my ugly ass*