I turned around as fast as I possibly could, hoping Dan wouldn’t see me in my current state. I quickly took off the clothespin that was pinching my nose, and ripped of the tape.
Too bad.
Dan already saw, and he was practically on the floor laughing.
“So…flippin’....funny!”
Strike one.
“Man, Jen, I thought you didn’t care about your looks…getting superficial, are we?”
Strike 2.
“Jesus, do you even know how stupid you look?”
Strike 3.
I marched over to him, fists clenched and suddenly, I trip over my shoelace. I’m flying face down into the hard cold floor, and Dan’s laughing even harder now.
Joyous.
I couldn’t help it anymore. The tears would not stop falling.
Smack!