First Class Female Dog
Gradually I began to notice things about Brad that really irked me.
He was inable of holding an intelligent conversation with me.
His writing was horribly uncreative.
Above all else, though, he followed me around like a lovesick puppy. He continued to be so sweet it was disgusting at the time, and this bothered me to the point where I was storming away from him, leaving him confused and hurt because I didn’t know how to talk to him. I was a first class female dog. Truly.
So it was rocky for a time. I snapped at him, hid from him, regarded him as a pest.
It was hard. For the both of us, I know. My friends took my side, but they really shouldn’t have. I was in the wrong. At any rate, he was hurt, and I was lonlier than I’d ever been in my life. There was this huge void left when I’d forcibly kicked Brad out. I kept berating myself for the stupid mistake. I was hungry for someone to chase after, but wanted that someone to be with my time.
Scene: Hallway on way to band room.