Mondays. Confusing Mondays.
I was always so disoriented on Mondays. Here I was again, back at school, where did the weekend go? And today was particularly confusing. Because over the weekend, I had hooked up with a jock.
How utterly mind-boggling.
I wondered how he would act today, and couldn’t quite silence a little nagging voice that kept suggesting he had been faking it all weekend. I was surprised how much that bothered me… how much that hurt to think about. Wasn’t it a little quick to be feeling so strongly about a person? A jock, no less? But he hadn’t seemed so jockish this weekend… surely he couldn’t have faked that… And the kissing. Oh, that was like nothing I’d felt before. I sighed.
Confusing Mondays.
And then Brit suddenly popped up. As if I’m not muddled enough.
“Hi!” she said, smiling.
I stared at her, wondering what could possibly have possessed her to talk to me in this sudden, happy manner.
Mondays are so perplexing.