Oh, Fantastic
The pregnant girl came back to school today - she had her baby, so I guess she’s not the pregnant girl anymore - she’s just the creepy girl again, which is sort of a downgrade.
She’s in my video production class, which I didn’t know. I guess by the time I switched into that class she had already left to have her baby, and no one warned me that she’d be coming in. When she walked into the room, I got worried.
There are three computers at the front of the room, the good computers, which are sort of reserved for the quote-unquote cool, quote-unquote V.I.P. people - people who’ve taken a lot of video classes (me), or other people the teacher likes. There are also a ton of the “bad” computers in the back, which are still pretty good, but also older and shittier. All of those were occupied by students who hadn’t been on maternity leave. Only two of the good computers were being used - the girl who had been using the third computer got moved to the back to help someone else along. She (and, when I say she, I mean capital-s She, as in The Girl, as in [Name Redacted], who I wouldn’t even consider saying I’m in love with, but who I like a lot, as in a ton, and who I don’t get to talk to anywhere near as much as I’d like to) was too good to be back there - she was cool and V.I.P. without the quote-unquotes, and I missed her.
So the pregnant girl was back and I was worried that she was going to take The Girl’s computer - I’d been sort of saving it for her, figuring that, once she was done helping the stupid girl out, she’d be back in front with the rest of us, and I didn’t want the redneck slut taking The Girl’s computer, god fucking damn it.
And so I lied - just a small lie, but still a lie. The teacher asked if the computer was empty, and I told him The Girl was saving it for when she was done helping the stupid girl, and he did the unthinkable - he moved The Girl back to the front and stuck the pregnant girl in the back.
So The Girl is back and I’m just oh so excited because I get to fucking talk to her and I’m trying to hide my excitement because I don’t want to seem creepy, but I’m grinning from ear to ear, and she’s back. She tells me a story.
There’s a boy - she’s never spoken to him in real life, but he goes to our school. The Girl and I both know who he is, and another friend of mine, who uses the last good computer, he’s there, and he knows who the boy is to. This boy is friends with The Girl on Facebook, and he’s friends with me on Facebook, too, even though I’ve never said anything to him. The boy is bothering her on Facebook and she doesn’t know how to get rid of him. She has a stalker, basically, who won’t speak to her in real life but who won’t leave her alone on the internet.
So she asks us how to get rid of him, and I present a few solutions, but the best part is this - I tell her that, just a few days prior, this boy friended me on Facebook. I didn’t know him, and it made no sense to me.
The Girl and I went to prom together last year, as friends, and there are pictures of us on Facebook. So, The Girl hypothesized, the boy had looked through her pictures, saw the prom pictures, and, because he’s creepy and obsessed and a stalker, friended me to see who I was, to get info on me.
So now I have a stalker too.
Awesome.
