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It all started on a Saturday afternoon in April. This was the day I started being “friends” withy Cathleen Rogers. This was also the first time I had ever talked to her before, much less actually gone over to her house. Let's just say, Cathleen was about number 1 on the popular scale and I was about a twenty billion.
I was over at Cathleen’s house and we were playing Intergalactic Space Fighters on her computer. Cathleen loved this game, and still does. I personally hated this game, and still do. I had no choice though. She practically forced me to play with her.
“Eva! Go left! No, your other left! Fire! Fire! Oh no! We were so close to level 12! You ruined my record!” This is what most conversations were like in future times when playing Intergalactic Space Fighters. Cathleen screaming at me for not being freakishly good at blasting space aliens to pieces with x-ray laser guns.
The game ended. Guess who won.
"You wanna sleepover?" She asked. If it'll make me more populaer, heck, i'll live here!
"Sure."
"My mom thinks that when i have a friend over i'm not with my boyfriend. You're a good decoy, right?"
"Ummm..."
"Great."
I called my mom and told her that i was staying with Cathleen for the night.
"Who?"
"Cathleen Rogers... from school..."
"Well if her mom says it's okay, than fine. I didn't know you knew a 'Cathleen'. I thought people stopped using that name after-" I hung up.
Cathleen called her boyfriend, Mark and told him her "SECRET" plan. I am surrounded by geniuses. Not.
When Mark showed up he didn't seem to really want to talk to Cathleen. I think he was using her for popularity too. He grabbed her hand and thy walked up to Cathleen's room.
"Just go to the guest room... it's next door to mine," Said Cathleen between kisses from Mark. I kind of felt bad for her. But not really. She could date any guy she wanted.
"I wish that i was as popular as Cathleen..."
Later that night Cathleen came in crying. Shit.
At that time I was in the middle of cleaning a piece of food gunk out of my braces.
I turned away from the mirror with my finger in my mouth staring at Cathleen who had long black streaks running down the side of her face.
She ran in and flopped down on the musty bed. I quickly wiped my hand on my jeans and sat down next to her.
"Cathleen whats wrong?"
"Mark...(sniffle sniffle)...well, we were just making out and then he started to like put his hand under my shirt and I wouldn't let him and then he got mad and-and just left." She put her head down and started crying again.
"Oh Cathy, it's okay."
"Mark used to call me Cathy!" Cathleen started sobbing harder. "I mean, I already let him do a bunch of stuff. he can stick his tounge down my throat and he I don't even say anything when he puts his hand on my ass but this...this...it was just too far."
"Don't worry. Listen, you could do so much better than him. Really, any guy I know would KILL to go out with you."
"But that's just it. Mark wasn't like that. He liked me for me, not for my boobs or my ass."
"Well from the sound of what just happened, thats not entirely true." I said laughing.
Cathleen started crying again. Shit.
I fought the urge to hit her upside the head with one of her game controllers and shout "What else would anyone like you for? Your lack of a personality? Your skills at blowing up aliens?". Instead, i offered "How about you giveme a makeover? I simply HATE my face today!" And everyday, too.
"Oo! Really? Awesome! I could totally get rid of those spots on your face with concealer!" Spots on my face?!? Oh, she meant my freckles. Hey i like those! "It'll make you look like three years older then maybe we could go see a rated r thing!" I sighed. Fun...?
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