I Hate Pick-Up Lines...

OH MY GOD STOP STARING AT ME. I kid you not, that was literally my constant thought today at school. After getting to school early, walking out of the main office, and heading to my locker, nearly all the boys there at the time kept looking at me, and I could have sworn that I heard a couple of Freshman--Freshman-- boys say, "Is she in our class? Shoot, I hope so; she is HOT."

*Internal Screaming Intensifies*

Ooh, just in case forgot to tell you, I'm really pretty.

I know, I know, that sounds SUPER conceited of me to say, but for me, it's something I'm not really fond of. My reason? Ever since probably 8th grade, I've had guys goggle over me and want to date me just because I was pretty. Nothing more. They don't really want to know me past my external features. Practically every guy I've encountered only wants to be my friend solely because I'm pretty. So to them I only act as a freakin' magnet!

Speaking of looks, lunchtime at ROA (Royal Oak Academy) was quite the experience. So there I was, walking in the cafeteria looking for a place to sit and just my luck, the only available place open was a table next to a group of Senior jocks. Ugh, really now? They're the worst; being high and macho, and filled with testosterone, I realized I had no choice but to take it. As I walked over there, I made the dumb mistake of glancing over and MAKING EYE CONTACT with one of them, who in return just stares at me, mouth open in mid chew. I quickly break the contact, but in the back of my mind, I already know that I subconsciously engaged in them wanting to talk to me.

Aaannnnndd that's exactly what happened 10 seconds later.

After sitting and only one bite into my lunch, one of the jocks taps me on the shoulder, grinning stupidly. He tells me something like how he noticed that I'm a new face around campus, he hasn't seen me before, blah, blah, blah. After telling him I'm a transfer student, he straight up asks if I can help answer a question that he asks all the new faces at the school. Thinking "why not?"he goes on and says:

"Do you know how much a Polar Bear weighs?"

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Really? Really?!! A FREAKIN' PICK-UP LINE ON THE FIRST DAY??!!! At this point I was tempted to just stand up and leave, but I realized that I could totally turn the tides on this guy. So I, being the strong, independent woman that I am, put down my lunch and cleverly replied with, "Not enough to break the ice, if that's what you're thinking!"

Lo and behold, his grin faded and he looked defeated! His jock friends ooh'd at my response and one of them said something like, "Oh shoot man, you totally got owned by a girl!"

Fun fact: I don't do Pick-up Lines; I counter them.

I ended up introducing myself anyways, just so he didn't have to sulk all day on the fact that he got owned by a girl. Hahaha.....

But alas, by a turn of events, I somehow got myself involved in a Pick-Up Line Battle with this jock. His name is Aidan by the way and apparently at ROA he's known as the Pick-Up King. To be honest, I really wanted to decline but with the comment he said (Hint: it had to do with me being pretty), for me, I had to prove to those guys that I am MORE than a pretty face!

Basically the battle was he had to say a Pick-Up Line, and I in turn would counter it; we'd go on until we run out or the crowd (apparently my remark stirred up the WHOLE cafeteria to get involved) judges the winner.
Honestly, I was on fire with my counters, taking down whatever he threw at me, that is, until he did a combo that ended up him telling a dirty Pick-Up Line in my ear, that was loud enough for EVERYONE to hear. I'd tell you what it was, but I don't do Pick-Up Lines, remember?

To be honest, I was nearly about to throw in the towel, but my mind was able to quickly think of a counter just in the nick of time. What happened? I basically set up my counter to slap Aidan right across the face.

You're probably thinking, "that escalated quickly", and you're not wrong. I mean, that sounds sooo scandalous: a Junior transfer high schooler slapping a Senior jock across the face because it started out as him hitting on her??? Shocker!

The outcome of the battle? I won. Not because the lunch bell saved me, but at the end of it, as I walked away, Aidan declared that he admitted defeat. How's that for getting totally owned by a girl!
And I guess the good thing about this whole experience is that at least he was a good sport about it. But still, ugh, I think I just made a reputation for myself already. Now I'm wondering if the other boys in this school will try to hit on/ talk to me just to try to test out their game. Just great.


Long story short: I hate Pick-Up lines......


~~Rayne~~

New School With Both Halves of Humanity

My name is Rayne Heléna Winters, and I haven't been around boys for 2 years.

Let me elaborate on that:

Going to Ward Catholic Prep, an all-girl's Catholic High School, I have been away for the other half of humanity for my Frosh and Sophomore years. I would've been going into my third year without them, except for the fact that my school closed down after my second year. It was basically due to financial reasons and enrollment issues, so unfortunately for the last half of my high school experience I'll be with --dare I say it-- boys. My first day as a Junior at my new school-- Royal Oak Academy--is tomorrow and let me tell you, I am NOT looking forward to this.

Ugh, just thinking about being in a co-ed, public, half testosterone-filled environment makes my stomach turn. Let alone having classes with them, especially when they're prone to just stare at you and not pay attention to what the teacher is saying and when you take notice of this and accidentally make eye contact with them and they wink and do other crap to try to get you to flirt with them...shudder... 

In case you didn't catch my drift, I really, really don't like boys.

The reason why is a little personal, and I doubt I'll ever tell you, but who knows? I'll tell you when I fall for a guy. 

.......

....That was sarcasm, so don't bet on it.

I'm not the type of helpless girl who needs a guy! I can take care of myself, thank you very much. As cliché as it is, I really am a strong, independent woman who don't need no man!

But I guess one good thing about this school is that there's uniforms, just like at Ward, so there's no need to worry what to wear 5 days a week. Not that I care what I look like in front of them; uniforms just makes thing so simpler! Plus for me, it will feel a little bit like Ward, since the girl's skirts are the same pattern so my former high school can still live on in me somehow.

Sigh, let's just hope that I'll be able to survive the next 2 years of high school with them there. But god I swear, if I get hit on THE FIRST DAY... -__-

I'll let you know how day one turns out. 

Until next time,

~~Rayne~~