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I'm still not sure where I'm gonna go with this story, but I wrote this today based off something that happened to me and I was wondering if (whoever reads this) could tell me what they think (and where it could go or if it fits in the story here). It's pretty short... a sort of preview I guess if I were to continue this.
Every time… Catalina Brogues thought as she dried her last dish. Every time I let the walls down, because for some reason I think this time will be different, I’m wrong. I’m always wrong. I can’t trust anybody… especially not guys. Well, actually, no, let me revise that: I can trust my close friends (who are all girls and one exception to the guy rule…he trusted me enough first so…yeah), but (other) guys, not so much. All they ever do is hurt me. I cannot for the life of me get past the “just one of the guys” or “good friend” label. Yeah, I can apparently be friends with guys, but if I want more from one of them, oh no, they “don’t want to lead me on” because…. I DON’T FREAKIN’ KNOW!! TELL ME!! I mean what in the world is so wrong with me? Oh yeah, they’ll act like they like me, but then it will turn out to be one big act. Or they’ll act like they like me, and then all of a sudden won’t. Or they’re just bipolar, horny players. Or I’ll find out they have a girlfriend from their Myspace. I mean, if you have a girlfriend, you shouldn’t be flirting or anything that could be misconstrued as flirting with any girl! God, why would you do something like that?!
“Trying to clean the paint off, Cat?” Catalina’s roommate, Celia, teased as she entered the room. Catalina looked down at the dish she had been drying and saw that she was holding it (and the towel) so tight, her knuckles were white.
“Nah… just… I dunno…” Catalina sighed.
“You don’t know what?” asked Celia.
“I can’t figure out why a guy would act like he liked you, say yes to hanging out over spring break, and give you his phone number– when you asked for it (to hang out over spring break) – one day Mondayand then, another Friday, all of a sudden say he ‘doesn’t think it would be a good idea for us to hang out because he doesn’t want to lead me on or anything’,”
“Yeah… that’s pretty fucked up,” Celia agreed.
“Yeah, especially when his friends were helping you and encouraging you to pursue him,” Catalina said.
