My reasoning is completely logical

My reasoning is completely logical.

I’ve wanted to ask you to the end of the year dance since the damn thing was announced. Allison told me not to because girls shouldn’t ask guys. I knew that was code for “He’d say no.” She didn’t care if I had a date, as long as she had hers.

I know you’d say no. No one would ever say yes to me, since I’m not like those other girls. The kids in our school like to make fun of my hair, and I see you laughing quietly to yourself, even though the insults aren’t all that funny. Maybe it’s just because I’m the one being teased, or maybe it’s because they’re genuinely stupid.

Even if you did like me, if that was physically possible for someone like you to be attracted to someone like me, you’d say no to save yourself the embarrassment. High school’s a bitch, and everyone’s witnessed that while watching me live it.

No one likes me enough to shoot themselves in the foot, so why should you start?

I’ll watch every one of my friends twirl around at that dance with someone that thinks they’re beautiful. Then I’ll watch you, hanging out by the bowls of chips and Chex Mix, too shy to ask anyone that interests you, instead talking to other unoccupied friends. But I see you watching some blonde, dancing with your twin brother. You guys don’t look alike. Everyone seems to like your brother better.

I like you.

I’ll spend that whole night sitting on the dirty gym floor, back pressed up against the white, hard wall because all the chairs are taken by better people, more important beings then me.

When I get home, I’ll kick of my red glittery heels I spent a good amount of my birthday money on, slip out of my dress, and put up my hair. Wipe the makeup from my face, which took so much longer to put on then take off and then I’ll turn off the lights in my teal painted room, because this weekend’s homework has been done for a week, and I have nothing else to busy myself with.

Then I’ll wonder why I put in the effort at all.

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