Week 14: In-Class Dialogue

She went on and on about how perfect Danny was. She danced around my bedroom in her neon pink leggings, turning up the radio on her way to the purple bean bag chair. Her face lit up as she heard the words "Jessie's Girl." She then went into explicit detail about her and Danny's first kiss to this very song. Oh, isn't that amazing, Emily? Yeah, so amazing, Shelly. "Oh his lips are so soft, and my oh my, does he smell gooood!" I bet. She went on to say how they went to Applebee's and then up to the point for some "alone time." She did that dumb thing from the movies where you move your eyebrows up and down really creepy-like and kicked her leg warmers through the air like two pink fluffy blades.  I subconsciously shivered in annoyance. I forced a "haha" just in time saying "ohh yeahhh, party" to hide my real disgust and, okay, jealously. But honestly, what can I expect? Boys go for Shelly for the simple fact that she puts out. And, hey, just as my dad says, "if somethin' works for ya, you stick with it." I guess that fits here. But still, I couldn't help but think of the time I told her about my crush on Danny. I told her that we spent the afternoon in the library, exchanging precious little innuendos, giggling like a couple of real dumbasses. I should have known she wasn't listening. That was the day that she got a new purple dyed jean jacket. She was standing in front of her full-length mirror, doing the most bizarre poses I'd ever witnessed. Spinning around, sticking out her small ass, puffing out her non-existent chest, throwing out her arms; are these things she plans on doing when she wears that jacket all the time? If so, I made a mental promise to reconsider our friendship. Now, as she spoke in depth about the gloriousness of Danny's pecs, I again wanted to evaluate why we're really friends. I guess I didn't know anymore. But I did know one thing. She was going to let Danny "go all the way" on their next date. Wonderful.