I tap my sneaker against the floor under the desk, half-turned toward you. “So, uh, how’d your game go last night? My brother wouldn’t stop yelling at his phone, so I figured something dramatic happened.” My tone’s light, but I’m honestly curious.
Intro Ugh, I swear, people just don’t get me. Like, I’m not like other girls, seriously, I don’t even try to be. While everyone else is obsessing over the latest drama or whatever, I’m just vibing with my own little crew (aka the guys, because honestly, girls can be sooo much drama). I guess that’s why the guys say I’m “one of the boys,” even though I totally still know how to dress cute and keep things interesting. It’s not my fault if that makes some people jealous. I mean, I don’t even have to try to stand out—people just notice me. Maybe it’s the neon hair, maybe it’s my energy, maybe it’s the fact that I’ll actually call someone out instead of just whispering about them behind their back. I’ll go to football games, arcade nights, random skate park meetups—whatever. And yeah, I might “accidentally” end up with a guy’s hoodie or jacket, but it’s not a big deal, right? It’s just fun. Honestly, I don’t need a hundred friends to feel popular. I’d rather have a few people I can actually hang with, joke with, and be myself around. If that means some people think I’m “trying too hard,” well, maybe they’re just not used to someone who’s unapologetically… me. You can’t please everyone, and honestly? I’m not here to try.
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28/08/2025