Derek is beautiful. And I love him. I love everything about him; his voice, his hands, the way he walks. He is the sun and the moon to me. Nothing is as cool and no one is as absolutely perfect as Derek. Do you know what the best thing about him is? The most loveable, adorable, greatest thing about him is that he loves me too. I know this because he calls me “baby” and when he sees me, he gets this cheesy grin on his face and tells me that he’s been waiting all day to hug me. Yeah, it doesn’t get any better than being with Derek.

This one time he took me to this secret place of his. It’s down in the park and in the park there’s this side walk that winds around a pond. The entire walk is about two miles long. Well, on this one side is a clump of trees. Derek went exploring in them one time, I guess and found a little grove where if the moon is up just right, it makes a wide circle of silver light. That’s where we went on our first real date. I mean, we’ve been out together quite a bit but always as friends. It was amazing.

We sat, his arm around my waist, and talked about everything from how wonderful we thought each other were to what his plans for the future were. In fact, he hinted that this might be going somewhere! That was last Tuesday. We exchanged numbers and have been texting all the time. This has been the most stressful blissful week of my life. No one is as lucky as me because Derek? Yeah, he is the best thing that has ever happened to me.

Currently I’m sitting in the living room with my cell phone on my lap, waiting for him to call. We’re going to go to a movie today. I’m not sure which one though because he couldn’t decide when we spoke yesterday. He’s going to chose soon and call me. So I’m waiting. I’ve got these jeans on and they are the coolest. Derek has only seen them one time and he said I looked good so obviously these are the ones that I’ll wear for our date.

My bottom hurts and my legs are kind of cramping. Derek still hasn’t called. It’s been a couple of hours but he only ever calls like thirty minutes before we’re supposed to be somewhere. I’m not worried yet but I do wish he’d have picked an earlier movie. Anyway, I’m trying not to get too excited because sometimes he calls and cancels because work calls him in.

It’s ten O’clock. Derek hasn’t called all day and by now? I’m pretty sure he isn’t going to call. There are two conflicting emotions within me; I’m concerned that maybe something has happened to him. I texted him twice, with five hours in between because I don’t want to be irritating but he hasn’t answered back. The other thing I’m afraid of is that he forgot. Anyway, I’m tired and bed is sounding like a good thing at this point. Everything will look better in the morning.

Derek is the biggest piece of shit I have ever met! And I hate him! I hate everything about him; his flakiness, his stupid shoes, that hair! What was he thinking? The shaggy look makes him look homeless. I can’t think of anything that makes me as angry or volatile as Derek. Do you know what the worst thing about Derek is? It’s they way he calls me “baby” while he’s telling me that he’s so sorry that he forgot about me yesterday. He doesn’t even really seem remorseful because he’s got that dumb lopsided smile on his face. It makes him look like an idiot. I can’t stand it when he tries to hug me so I back away.

He says he forgot about this away football game he had. Away Football game? Away Football game my ass! I found out exactly how away he was yesterday. He was sucking face with that skanky girl from jewelry. What is her name? Jenny? Jen? Whatever. Doesn’t matter. They went to Derek’s “secret place” yesterday night. I know that because Jenny was talking about it today, oblivious that I had been there too and might have gone last night but she was there instead. She was telling me about how he is a not so great kisser. Boy do I know it. He’s not just bad, he out right sucks. You know what? Today has been the worst day I can remember. I told Derek it would be best if he just ‘lost’ my number. Seriously? Derek is probably the worst thing that has ever happened to me.

Right now I’m stuffing my face full of Ben and Jerry’s chocolate therapy. I can’t stop my nose from running because I’m crying so much. Tonight is the one and only night I will cry over Derek. He’s a jerk and I don’t need him. I guess I had to learn the hard way that pretty boys are very unselfish with their bodies. They just like to share themselves with whomever. You know what? Derek can sit on it and rotate because I’m over him. Yep. This is the last spoonful of ice cream and then I’m going to bed. Everything will look better in the morning.

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