Boy 3.

Christ! Boys are so irritating!

And they call girls hormonal?!

I have three friends who are boys at school. Well, whn I say three I mean that there are lots more, but I'm just talking about these three.

Boy 1:

-Considerate of others.
-Hetalia and Vocaloid loving/borderline obsession. (like me~!)

Boy 2:

-Isn't afraid to play-tackle with me.
-Can be serious and respects personal boundaries when need be.

Boy 3:

-Always has something witty to say - not always necessarily something nice.
-Has to find an excuse to touch me and be by me at every opportunity.

Last week I swear he brushed my breasts at least once in conversation. However, it could be passed off as an "accident" (note the inverted commas) so I've opted not to make a fuss about it.

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Speaking of which, another boy I know came up to me and poked my boob the other day. Needless to say, I was pretty mad and chased him round the school screaming 'pervert!'.

What's with boys and mammary glands? They're obsessed by them!!!

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Anyway, as you can probably see I tend to hang out with Boy 1 and some girls, and I talk and mess around with Boy 2 often.

With Boy 3, however, I can't get away from him. Urgh.

But he can't even be pleasant to me in my presence, or out of it as a matter of fact.

Two, yes count them: TWO of my friends have told me that when I was sick one day and away from school, Boy 3 made a comment in Music class on how nice it was that the annoying me was away today and wasn't sitting next to him.

I'll have you know, jusqu'à bâtard serré, YOU sit by ME, and if you think I'm annoying, you can piss off to the other side of the room and go sit with Mr. Jones, your imaginary friend. Perhaps you'll appreciate his silence more than mine.

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If you're really desperate to find out what jusqu'à bâtard serré means, you can stick it into Google Translate.

But anyway, I'm speaking with him tomorrow and telling him in no uncertain terms that if he doesn't clean up his act I'm disowning him as a friend and he can sod off.

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He happened to bump into me on the weekend when we were down the riverfront, cooking a barbecue.

This particular barbecue-machine-whatnot was a public one that you have to press a button on the side of it to activate it. When it's on, a little red light appears down at knee-level so you have to crouch down to see it.

I, wanting to have some space from him, walked over to the barbecue to check on the food. Predictably, he followed.

So we were talking amicably enough, if you don't count the fact that I was talking about Hetalia nonstop to him just to piss him off, and he was wondering if the barbecue was still running.

He crouched down to check it and of course had to hold my (bare) leg to keep his balance. And if he stroked his fingers up my thigh a little as he stood back up, well no one was to know, eh?

Wrong. I noticed, just as I always notice.  PS, I was wearing short shorts, if you were wondering.

Anyways, me and him are having a little talk tomorrow in school. Basically because i'm sick of his petty, and slightly obsessive, behaviour. And when I say little talk, I mean a ruddy long one.

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Thing is, Boy 2 buddys up with Boy 3, and they tag-team tease me. I got mad today because they spent a half hour simply insulting me, from the moment I stepped into their view at the start of school. They didn't even say hi, the first thing they said was some annoying offhand comment about something or other.

I said as much to them and for the rest of the day Boy 2 was suitably chastened, doing little things for me and not teasing me any further than good-natured ribbing. But bloody Boy 3 stubbornly remained the same.

It was only in the holidays that we'd had a big fight and he'd apologised to me: Ahem~!


"I'll ask you before I so much as touch your arm,"

"I won't call you fat or generally insult you anymore,"

"We won't fight again, promise!"


Funnily enough, we've had several of these "promises" (once again, note the inverted commas) over the years, and every time he conveniently forgets about them. Sheesh.

Yes, tomorrow there will be words.

~Shining Sunlight~