I haaaated High School. I was one of those kids who just didn’t give a fuck.
I didn’t give a fuck about the people.
I didn’t give a fuck about the teachers.
I didn’t give a fuck about sports.
My grades were good and I was in the “cool” crowd, and still, I just didn’t give a fuck.
The only thing I gave a fuck about was this boy – this “bad boy” that I chased from club to party. I used to sneak out of the house to go to whichever club he was at.
Every weekend I was grounded and every weekend I’d sneak out.
I just… didn’t give a fuck.
My mother hated him, as you can imagine. Once he came over to my house after a party and she caught him being there!
He ran downstairs and hid. My mom and I then ran downstairs too and I lied and told her that he had run out the house and has now left.
I then saw him behind the pillar as I turned around to face my mom and I knew that if she followed me any further passed the pillar she would spot him too. So I stopped in my tracks while she screamed and shouted about what “scum trash” he is and how on earth could I like such a “low-life piece of shit like him!”
Try to imagine my positioning here;
The pillar that he is hiding behind is NEXT TO my hysterical mother;
So, I can see them both – at a single view.
And he can hear her.
That was one of the most embarrassing moments of High School for me.
I thought that I had lost my chances with him forever.
12 or so years later, my mum’s changed her mind about him.
Well… She’s had to.
We’re getting married next year.