Tom: I'm such a loser.Mature

What was she talking about?

I had no idea what had just happened. I was frozen in the hall for at least ten minutes just pondering over the words that were just screamed at me. A few girls came by to ask me what was wrong, but I didn't respond. I was completely alone in the halls, and I didn't even blink.

What girls worship the ground I walk on? 

Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me. I looked over to see that girl again. Chrissy. She saw me, shifted her gaze away and then shuffled down the hall. "WAIT!" I yelled after her. I ran around the corner to see her jogging towards the bathroom. "WAIT! NO NO NO NO!" I dashed past her and stood in front of the door.

"Tom, I really have to---"

"Just hear me out," I said quickly. "Please."

Chrissy sighed. "What?"

"I'm a jerk, I know. I shouldn't have said that to Isobel. It was rude, judge mental, and  just plain wrong. She'll probably avoid me, but can you just tell her I'm sorry? Really genuinely sorry?"

She didn't reply. She just stared at me for a few moments, not moving an inch. "Tom," she finally said. "Isobel isn't really mad. She's just under a lot of stress right now. Trust me, I know her. She'll be over it in a day."

I sighed. I remembered the gossip that Isobel and Chrissy had shared with each other, and I knew I had to clear that up. "And look," I said, gulping. "Rhea and I are just friends. That's it. I don't plan on being anything more than that."

She nodded. "I know. Sometimes I just say stupid things. I'm sorry if I---"

"Don't be sorry. I can see why you'd think that, but I promise it's not like that. At all."

Chrissy nodded slowly.

"Can I ask you something?"


I swallowed. "Why did Isobel say that girls kiss the floor I walk on? That's not true. So why would she---" I stopped. Chrissy's face turned red.

"Well, it---I---you see---uhh..."

I frowned.

"Look," she said, sighing. "It's the truth. Girls love you."

My eyes widened. "Since when?!"

"Since forever!" Chrissy exclaimed. "You could have any girl you want in this school. That's why Isobel doesn't like you that much. She thinks you're full of yourself."

I blinked. What? "I had no idea. I swear! I still don't get it."

"I believe you."

I felt like smiling, but it never came. I suddenly realized that I was still in Chrissy's way. "You probably want to go to the bathroom, don't you?"

"Yes, please," Chrissy said with a grin.

I smiled back. "Alrighty. I'll get out of your way." I walked past her and started to walk towards my class, that I was very late to.

"One more thing," Chrissy called after me. 

I turned.

"Isobel isn't a gossip girl."

I nodded. "I know. Neither of you are. It's just that, most girls that I used to hang out with were. I guess if I even sense a little bit of that, I immediately assume like they're one of them. I just don't like gossip girls. Sadly, gossip girls are the only girls I've ever really...dated."

"Is that why you haven't dated anyone lately?" she asked. She immediately blushed, so she probably regretted asking.

I nodded. "I guess I'm just waiting for the right girl." I stared at her for a second. Without warning, the voice came back. It said, Don't forget her cell number! "Chrissy," I said quickly. "I never got your number."

Chrissy's pink blush swelled into a dark scarlet. "Oh---right, you want me to tell you now?"

I chuckled. "Yeah, sure."

She said it to me from memory, and I quickly jotted it down in my head. "Okay, sounds good. I'll call you sometime---or text. Whichever. Do you prefer text or call?"

"Call would be nice," she said.

I smiled. "Awesome---yeah, okay. So I'll---Okay. I will talk to you later."

"Okay," she said, disappearing behind the doors.

I took a deep breath. "Oh man she's cute," I whispered to myself. I turned and started to walk down the hallway. I'm such a loser.

The End

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