The fact that high school guys still act like they’re in elementary school isn’t all their fault. The girls they choose to hang out with help them to stay grade schoolers forever.
I did my best to avoid Posie and the rest of my friends. Unfortunately, I have lunch with all three of the girls I’ve so nicely labeled friends. Out of all three of them Posie is definitely the easiest to get along with. I think the only reason that is, is because I’ve known her the longest, and she knows me the best. Knows me enough to know how not to piss me off. That doesn’t actually stop her from doing it though.
I had just got through the line with my food when I was intercepted by Posie and Dasha. “Your going to sit with us right, Tal?” Dasha asked as she giggled in hat high pitched way that makes your ears want to bleed.
“Of course Dash, who else would I sit with. My other friends?” my retort dripping with sarcasm.
Dasha stopped mid stride and my tray nearly missed her backside by an inch. “You have other friends?”
I was dumbfounded. I wasn’t sure exactly how to reply to that. Thankfully Posie beat me to it, “She was being sarcastic, Dash.”
“Oh, well in that case, never mind,” and we continued to our table. Katy was conveniently waiting for us all to come and join her.
I barely had the chance to sit down before Katy bombarded me with questions. “What the hell were you thinking, ,Tal? How could you turn him down? Why wouldn’t you want to go out with him? Like every girl wants to go out with him”
I had a mouth full of mashed potatoes when Katy finished her ranting. I could fell three pairs of eyes boring into me. “What?” I mumbled genuinely confused.
“He asks you out and you just ignore him. What were you thinking?” now it was Dasha’s turn.
I looked to Posie, “Do you have any idea what these two idiots are talking about? Cause I have no idea?”
“We are not idiots,” Katy and Dasha chirped at the same time.
Posie tried to stile a laugh, “Of course your not. It’s just more of Talbot’s sarcasm,” she emphasized the last word as she looked at me.
She really did know me so well. “Yep just more sarcasm. Now is someone going to tell me what the inquisition’s all about?”
“Inquisition?” Dasha honest to God didn’t know what it was. I ignored her and continued to stare at Katy.
Posie spoke up first, “Think about it, Tal, yesterday.”
I looked over to Posie then turned back to Katy, “You couldn’t possibly be talking about Douglas?”
“Who else would I be talking about?” Katy purred. (I’m not shitting you that’s how she said it.)
“He asked you to go out with him and you turned him down. I wouldn’t have.”
Thinking back to the conversation I had yesterday I wanted so badly to say to her, ‘No shit’, but I restrained myself. “Katy, Douglas didn’t so much as ask me out as offer to have sex with me. I wouldn’t go out with anyone who thinks he can get sex before we even go on a first date.”
Final words of my so-called-friends:
Katy, “Your lose”
Posie, “You’re a role model. For girls who don’t want to have fun.”
Dasha, “But really, what’s the inquisition?”
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Thursday, September 6, 2007
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
The Immaturity of Boys
High school boys are no more grown up then when they were 12. The only thing that’s changed is there appearance. Actually, one other thing has changed. now that they’re in high school all they can think about is having sex, or anything of a sexual nature. Yet it is this obsession with sex that makes them still so immature.
Douglas Preston is a boy I’ve know since the third grade. I’ve always considered Douglas one of my friends. He used to be funny, charming, and cute in a goofy sort of way. Sometime between freshman and sophomore year he grew into his goofiness and now he’s one of the most sought after guys in school. Especially ever since he made the football team this year.
The only class Douglas and I have together (since I’m in honors classes) is health, go figure. I was waiting for class to start when Douglas and two of his new meathead friends, both seniors, came barreling into the room.
“Did you see what the new girl in history was wearing?” Michael Harding (the alpha male) practically drooled.
“Oh yeah,” David Corey answered, “Her top was so tight you could just about see everything.”
Michael winked to his friends and proceeded to tell them, “By the end of the week I’m going to make her mine.”
“Your 18 right, Michael?” I asked as I turned around to face them.
Michael glowered down at me, “What, you talking to me?”
“Yeah,” I said slowly, “and it wasn’t that hard of a question.”
“Yes, I’m 18. Is there a point to this?” Michael asked.
“Well, the point is genius,” I began by rolling my eyes, “She’s 16, which means you’re a legal adult and she’s a minor.”
All three of them looked at me with blank stares. I continued, “That’s rape.”
“I’m not as stupid as you seem to think I am. I never have, and never will, force a girl to have sex with me,” Michael said high fiving his friends.
I gave an exasperated sigh, “Well if you so smart you’d know that a legal adult, that’s 18 or older, can go to jail for like 10 years for having sex with a minor, that’s younger then 18.”
They were all completely dumbfounded, couldn’t say a word. Then Douglas, the little shit, had to go and make a comment. “Sorry guys I guess she’s all mine.”
I turned back around in my seat and stared at Douglas. I just stared at him, cause for the life of me I couldn’t think of a word to say to him.
“What?” Douglas asked.
“I don’t know how to respond to that Douglas. It’s like I don’t even know you anymore. How could you objectify women like that?” I demanded.
Douglas looked stricken, “You don’t want me to have sex with her?”
“Are you really asking me that? I can’t tell you who you can and can’t have sex with, but it’s as if you only want to sleep with her to say you’ve slept with her.”
He then smiled slyly, “How about this, I don’t sleep with her if you go out with me.”
I was once again speechless by my once good friends choice of words. “I’m sorry did I hear you right?”
“If you want me I’ll swear off all other women. You know I’ve always had a thing for you,” he talk me. His friends were held rapt by the conversation, waiting for my answer.
“Let me see if I’ve got this straight. You won’t have sex with any other girl as long as I have sex with you?” I was hoping I got it wrong and he hadn’t become a complete pervert, in what seemed overnight.
Douglas gave a lopsided grin, “Of course. Just ask anyone, you won’t be disappointed.”
For the third time in the same conversation I was at a loss for words. So, I did the only thing I could think of. I turned back around and ignored them. I heard the three of them laughing among themselves. I wanted more then anything to believe Douglas had only been joking, but I know I’d only be fooling myself.
Douglas Preston is a boy I’ve know since the third grade. I’ve always considered Douglas one of my friends. He used to be funny, charming, and cute in a goofy sort of way. Sometime between freshman and sophomore year he grew into his goofiness and now he’s one of the most sought after guys in school. Especially ever since he made the football team this year.
The only class Douglas and I have together (since I’m in honors classes) is health, go figure. I was waiting for class to start when Douglas and two of his new meathead friends, both seniors, came barreling into the room.
“Did you see what the new girl in history was wearing?” Michael Harding (the alpha male) practically drooled.
“Oh yeah,” David Corey answered, “Her top was so tight you could just about see everything.”
Michael winked to his friends and proceeded to tell them, “By the end of the week I’m going to make her mine.”
“Your 18 right, Michael?” I asked as I turned around to face them.
Michael glowered down at me, “What, you talking to me?”
“Yeah,” I said slowly, “and it wasn’t that hard of a question.”
“Yes, I’m 18. Is there a point to this?” Michael asked.
“Well, the point is genius,” I began by rolling my eyes, “She’s 16, which means you’re a legal adult and she’s a minor.”
All three of them looked at me with blank stares. I continued, “That’s rape.”
“I’m not as stupid as you seem to think I am. I never have, and never will, force a girl to have sex with me,” Michael said high fiving his friends.
I gave an exasperated sigh, “Well if you so smart you’d know that a legal adult, that’s 18 or older, can go to jail for like 10 years for having sex with a minor, that’s younger then 18.”
They were all completely dumbfounded, couldn’t say a word. Then Douglas, the little shit, had to go and make a comment. “Sorry guys I guess she’s all mine.”
I turned back around in my seat and stared at Douglas. I just stared at him, cause for the life of me I couldn’t think of a word to say to him.
“What?” Douglas asked.
“I don’t know how to respond to that Douglas. It’s like I don’t even know you anymore. How could you objectify women like that?” I demanded.
Douglas looked stricken, “You don’t want me to have sex with her?”
“Are you really asking me that? I can’t tell you who you can and can’t have sex with, but it’s as if you only want to sleep with her to say you’ve slept with her.”
He then smiled slyly, “How about this, I don’t sleep with her if you go out with me.”
I was once again speechless by my once good friends choice of words. “I’m sorry did I hear you right?”
“If you want me I’ll swear off all other women. You know I’ve always had a thing for you,” he talk me. His friends were held rapt by the conversation, waiting for my answer.
“Let me see if I’ve got this straight. You won’t have sex with any other girl as long as I have sex with you?” I was hoping I got it wrong and he hadn’t become a complete pervert, in what seemed overnight.
Douglas gave a lopsided grin, “Of course. Just ask anyone, you won’t be disappointed.”
For the third time in the same conversation I was at a loss for words. So, I did the only thing I could think of. I turned back around and ignored them. I heard the three of them laughing among themselves. I wanted more then anything to believe Douglas had only been joking, but I know I’d only be fooling myself.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
The Wonderful World of...ME
What is there that I can say about me? Well, my name is Talbot Mercer, but I go by Tal cause Talbot sounds why too preppy. I'd say I'm just your average, everyday, ordinary 15 year old sophomore in high school. Except maybe I'm not so average. Above average? maybe in my IQ (I'm a straight A honors student). Unique? maybe cause I don't want to be like the IN crowd (even though my so-called-friends worship them and one day will be them). Non-conformist? maybe cause my so-called-friends are always complaining that I dress like a total loser (there words exactly with a little bit of a valley girl accent. Even though we live about as far east as you can get from beautiful sunny California). I guess you could say I'm your smart, fashionably and socially inept jock. Yeah that's right I said jock. I love playing soccer.
It's the only thing I do in my school that would even remotely be seen as popular. My friend Posie (whose your perfect gorgeous blond) would tell you that I'm the most anti social person she has ever met in her life. That I have the amazing potential to be popular, if only I tried. I don't go to any of the school events, that is none that have to do with girls soccer cause I 'm required to go to those. I do my damnedest to avoid parties in general, cause I'm not into getting wasted and losing all my inhibitions. That's right I'm a virgin, and I'm guessing one of the few still left at my school. One of my other friends, Katy, has told us all in excruciating detail about her sex life, most of which I could live without (well not the sex part, cause I don't plan on being a virgin for the rest of my life, but having to listen to Katy tell about all the guys she's been with and what they've done in detail. That I can live without). Another friend of mine, Dasha, has never had actual sex, but she's done everything else (if you know what I mean). Posie, on the other hand, I couldn't honestly tell you if she's done the deed or not. With her it's hard to tell cause she doesn't talk about it, but I wouldn't be surprised if she has with that boyfriend of hers. They've been going out since the 8th grade and they still seem to be madly in love, or at least as madly in love as you can be at 15 and 16 years old.
Enough about my friends already, huh? Let's move on to my family. My parents, despite what seems to be all the rage these days, are still married. They've been happily married for 35 and still seem to be able to stand each other, even though they have different personalities. My dad is a journalist, he writes for a paper here in Boston (Boston is all your getting about where I live and which school I go to. I wouldn't want people hearing me bitch and complain about them on the Internet for all to see, and become even more of an outcast). My mother is a real estate agent, she sells the lovely homes that nobody whose middle class can afford. Oh, and I should mention that my mother is like an adult version of my so-called-friends. The way she talks about perfect Posie, with her size 2 body and full blond hair, I know she wishes her one and only daughter were her, not the thick brown haired, size 12, fashion disaster daughter she got.
There is only one person in my life that I can stand to be with for exactly who they are, and no it's not myself. It's my older brother, Patch. He is the reason I fell in love with the 80's, being that he was a teenager during them. Yeah that's right, my older brother is 20 years older then I am, he's 35. (I know it's a little weird isn't it him being 20 years my senior. Here's how it went down; my parents had Patch when they were just teenagers themselves. My mother was actually my age 15, my dad was 16. So, they've been married exactly as many years as Patch has been alive. Well after having Patch as teens they hadn't planned on having another kid at all, but 20 some years later, uh-oh, I came into the world as a little accident.) I think the age difference is why I adore him so much. He owns a record store called Music: Then and Now. It's got everything you could possibly imagine; to the newest rap, rock, country, or pop c.d.'s to vinyl from the 60's, 70's, 80's and much, much more. He's also an aspiring musician, he plays guitar and sings lead vocals in a local band he formed with his friends called You.Yes.You. If my parents would let me I'd move in with Patch, he's offered to let me stay with him cause he says I'm the coolest little sister a guy could have. But my parents being as old fashioned as they are think it would be wrong for a teenage girl to live on her own with only a sibling, even though he really is old enough to be my father.
Well I can't think of anything else to say today, but I'll be back I'll fill you in on all the ups and downs of my life. Buckle up it's going to be a bumpy ride.
It's the only thing I do in my school that would even remotely be seen as popular. My friend Posie (whose your perfect gorgeous blond) would tell you that I'm the most anti social person she has ever met in her life. That I have the amazing potential to be popular, if only I tried. I don't go to any of the school events, that is none that have to do with girls soccer cause I 'm required to go to those. I do my damnedest to avoid parties in general, cause I'm not into getting wasted and losing all my inhibitions. That's right I'm a virgin, and I'm guessing one of the few still left at my school. One of my other friends, Katy, has told us all in excruciating detail about her sex life, most of which I could live without (well not the sex part, cause I don't plan on being a virgin for the rest of my life, but having to listen to Katy tell about all the guys she's been with and what they've done in detail. That I can live without). Another friend of mine, Dasha, has never had actual sex, but she's done everything else (if you know what I mean). Posie, on the other hand, I couldn't honestly tell you if she's done the deed or not. With her it's hard to tell cause she doesn't talk about it, but I wouldn't be surprised if she has with that boyfriend of hers. They've been going out since the 8th grade and they still seem to be madly in love, or at least as madly in love as you can be at 15 and 16 years old.
Enough about my friends already, huh? Let's move on to my family. My parents, despite what seems to be all the rage these days, are still married. They've been happily married for 35 and still seem to be able to stand each other, even though they have different personalities. My dad is a journalist, he writes for a paper here in Boston (Boston is all your getting about where I live and which school I go to. I wouldn't want people hearing me bitch and complain about them on the Internet for all to see, and become even more of an outcast). My mother is a real estate agent, she sells the lovely homes that nobody whose middle class can afford. Oh, and I should mention that my mother is like an adult version of my so-called-friends. The way she talks about perfect Posie, with her size 2 body and full blond hair, I know she wishes her one and only daughter were her, not the thick brown haired, size 12, fashion disaster daughter she got.
There is only one person in my life that I can stand to be with for exactly who they are, and no it's not myself. It's my older brother, Patch. He is the reason I fell in love with the 80's, being that he was a teenager during them. Yeah that's right, my older brother is 20 years older then I am, he's 35. (I know it's a little weird isn't it him being 20 years my senior. Here's how it went down; my parents had Patch when they were just teenagers themselves. My mother was actually my age 15, my dad was 16. So, they've been married exactly as many years as Patch has been alive. Well after having Patch as teens they hadn't planned on having another kid at all, but 20 some years later, uh-oh, I came into the world as a little accident.) I think the age difference is why I adore him so much. He owns a record store called Music: Then and Now. It's got everything you could possibly imagine; to the newest rap, rock, country, or pop c.d.'s to vinyl from the 60's, 70's, 80's and much, much more. He's also an aspiring musician, he plays guitar and sings lead vocals in a local band he formed with his friends called You.Yes.You. If my parents would let me I'd move in with Patch, he's offered to let me stay with him cause he says I'm the coolest little sister a guy could have. But my parents being as old fashioned as they are think it would be wrong for a teenage girl to live on her own with only a sibling, even though he really is old enough to be my father.
Well I can't think of anything else to say today, but I'll be back I'll fill you in on all the ups and downs of my life. Buckle up it's going to be a bumpy ride.
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