Creeper

Me and my friend decided not too long ago that we were going to go for Sophomores now because boys our own age are ridiculously retarded and boys older than us are too hard to get. But if we went for Sophomores, they'd just love us because we were older than them . . . it was supposed to be a fool proof plan!

Here's how it's working out so far.

My friend asked her Sophomore to a dance that is coming up. Three weeks later, after she kept bothering him about answering her back, he said no. Not only did he say no, he told her she bothered him and he didn't want to talk to her anymore.

Ouch!

Denied by a Sophie!

I like to take the creeper approach.

There is a Sophomore boy who is one of the best looking boys in the school, but I'm a giant wimp and don't dare talk to him.

Last week I was walking down the hall with a friend, and here comes hot-Sophomore-boy out of a class room, and not thinking(sometimes I do that) I yell, "Oh my gosh its Trey!" And hot-Sophomore-boy turns around, gives me a nasty dirty look (cause he has NO idea who I am) and walks away.

Now, every time I see hot-Sophomore-boy he gives me a strange look, like 'ah man there's that weird creeper that knows my name, but I have not a clue who she is'.

This situation should definitely be switched around . . .