He doesn't make eye contact. Hasn't once since i've met him - i guess he likes the floor and ceiling better than our faces.
He has no jokes, other than ones none of the students understand
Overall... it's uncomfortable to be in the room.
But then his name is Mr. Steele, and i can't help thinking how good a name that is for a superhero.
- As if the reason he doesn't make eye contact is because he'll destroy us if he does - as if his sometimes feminine voice shows a secret side of him, that he could possibly be the world's first homosexual superhero, or maybe, he's actually a "Ms." Steele and the pudgy old man costume is her disguise.
Anyway, in the hallway today i think i saw the three most opposite love displays i could've in high school.
- A girl catches up with her boyfriend, him oblivious, and says some kind of sweet hello while taking his hand and he's so taken aback he only knows to smile.
- A girl tugging at her soon-to-be-boyfriend's hand laughing, while he pretends to struggle away laughing, "Hellll nooo - I'm not gonna walk you to class" even though it only takes five seconds before he starts to walk her, still holding hands.
- A girl shouting something at her boyfriend I couldn't really understand, when he interrupts with a loud and quick, "Shut up". She barely has time to give him a death glare before he interrupts her again with a kiss.
In other words - Friend A told me something that i couldn't tell anyone, not even Friend B that would definitely want to know. Friend B found out from someone else - knew that i didn't tell her - and now I'm in deep doo-doo? Fuck no. I said sorry but keeping my mouth shut about something that had nothing to do with me was the only right thing i could've done, without choosing Friend A over Friend B or vise versa. In a way, i did choose Friend A, but in another, i didn't ask to know the secret and i just acted like i never knew in general.
But I am sorry. As defensive as I'm being.
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