I’ve noticed my blog has a few readers. Thanks, I guess. If you were entertained by that nonsense, you’re in for a treat today. I’ve just woken up with a giant hangover, and I’ll fill you in on what’s happened in one giant sentence to hide my embarrassment: 

There’s this stupid kid (called Hun or something I don’t ing know) and he’s basically the guy version of me strictly speaking in terms of situations because everyone thinks he’s gay and gives him about it but he’s a total psychotic freak and he asked me to take the attention off of him by risking my quiet reserved not so bad place and then Mimi and her friend Joo took me to a party so I could hook up with a drunk guy and everyone could stop being so over something so meaningless but I sort of got really drunk and didn’t know who I was hooking up with and I the lights and it was him and I was embarrassed and angry as hell so I slipped out unnoticed and sobered up in like 2 seconds and I ran home and now I’m here and I hate myself thank you goodbye

Ji

No one talked about it. I know for a fact Namjoo knew about it because every time she saw me, she’d have to in her lips to prevent her from laughing. Of course Bomi knew something was up, since she had the annoying habit of knowing everything. It had been 3 days since the unfortunate little accident happened and I was still in paranoia. Technically, exposing this could’ve benefitted the both of us, but that did not fly. I wasn’t going to admit to mindlessly hooking up with someone who was so… Sehun. And you might be thinking “oh, Eunji, you can’t say that. Give the poor kid a break, you don’t even know him.” And you’re probably right, but I’m not exactly the most accepting person on earth, and here’s what Sehun is to me: 

He’s a nosy, annoying little prick who can’t take useless thrown onto him and wants to make other people suffer because he’s too much of a little to handle on his own.

And at this point, I know the situation may feel like “Oh, Eunji, you can’t say you’re any better than him because you both want the same thing.” 

And once again, that is horribly wrong and I will point out why: 

That dumbs kid actually gets hurt and offended when people spew at him, as if it mattered. As if it was insulting, for that matter. Yeah, people were harsh and kind of being and didn’t need to bully him because of a rumor (and if it were the truth, who gives a , y’know? Why should someone’s preference be occupying their ugly minds). But this kid actually took it all to heart. I wanted things to stop because I was annoyed. It was annoying to be surrounded by such loud stupidity. And it may not exactly seem like it, but I’m trying to stay away from negativity as much as possible, I did want to reduce my mood problems and all. 

So in other words, I didn’t want to help Oh Sehun right now because Oh Sehun, in no way, deserved to be helped. 

It appeared that I hated Bomi even more because I was itching to tell her everything, even though she didn’t persist or have a single ing clue that anything happened. It was her stupid eyes, and her stupid way of accepting anything. I could imagine coming to her, bloodied up, telling her I just murdered her cat in some Freudian ritual, and she would probably offer me a towel and some sugar water to calm my nerves. I couldn’t tell her during school, where no one really seemed to be preoccupied with themselves, or learning, for that matter, but I didn’t want to invite her out or invite her into my home again. She still wasn’t my friend. So I settled for asking her to stay after school ended, and having a talk with her on the school’s bleachers. And of course, Namjoo followed. 

“I can’t skip out on this anymore, Jung, your life is far more interesting than I thought it would be.” As much as I didn’t want her to be there, I realized I didn’t care if she was there. She knew when to spew and when to keep quiet, and I guess her good traits ended there. 

“Something happened Friday, didn’t it?” Bomi asked, smoothly and calmly. Jesus, I wanted to push her off of the bleachers for her never changing tone. 

“Yeah. I guess. I mean it’s not really noteworthy or anything.” I began to say, dreading hearing myself say that I hooked up with Oh. It was some weird form of denial, like, if I didn’t talk about it, it would just whither away and I wouldn’t have to shower every morning and think about that kid having his pathetic hands all over me. 

“Then why’d you drag us all the way out here? C’mon, Jung, who’d you on Friday?” Such eloquent words from Namjoo were always heard, I swear she was becoming my favorite poet. 

“I want to keep this from everyone because I don’t want anyone to know this happened, so if I get hell about it tomorrow, I will personally make sure to shove a destroyed ruler up your so hard, you’ll have to get the splinters surgically removed.” I directed my comment more towards Namjoo than Bomi. I looked over at her, and she crossed her heart, mocking sincerity. 

I took a deep breath and paced around, wondering how to say this without flinging myself to the ground in embarrassment and remorse. 

“I may or may not have had with Sehun.” I said, looking up at the sky to avoid looking at their faces. Silence followed me, and I had this wonderful notion that they didn’t care, and it wasn’t that bad. That lasted for about 10 seconds, before Namjoo broke out into ear splitting laugh