Oh, "Frank". Your stalking ways have moved far past the realm of humor and enchantment, and now warped into full on creepy. Apparently, Frank decided to approach Gretchen with the intent of either apologize or rape. Who knows. Regardless, she escaped into the bathroom unharmed while blabbered on and on about how her boyfriend is keen to beating those calling him Johnny Boy. Still, he approached her, and I warned him previously that it wasn't such a good idea. Unless he enjoyed a painful existence.
When I was walking into the lunch room, Frank was, by some twisted fate, beside me but hadn't noticed. Infront of us was Gretchen and Johnny. He stared at them, and I at him. I passed him, and he took this as an excuse to talk to me, since we somehow become great friends in the span of a few days. Lack of any talking does that.
He told me that he wanted to just be there for me, he even asked for a hug. How thoughtful! I decided to be thoughtful to, but this was more for Gretchen's sake. I pulled him aside, and his nervous smile immediately left.
I warned him that if he ever agitated Gretchen in any way shape or form, I'd tear off his skin and drape layers of salt over every orifice of his body. Of course, the obligatory "I'll kill you" came into play, but I think he got the general idea.
With that, I walked away, and he stood there with an emotionless face. The few times he walked back in the lunchroom all I've had to do was look in the general direction, and he'd dodge those stares like he was jumping away from bullets.
Welcome to community college/high school. Fun times.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment