This is the kid that everyone knows. In his mind he thinks everyone likes him, but deep down he knows a couple of guys
who wouldn't mind beating the crap out of him. But those guys don't matter to him anyway. This is the kid who barely gets
enough credits to play Varsity yet still struts down the hall with the huge ego. Rather than being popular, he can be regarded
more as "infamous." What more can be said about this guy?Let's see... he talks with an indistinguishable accent (a mixture
between Southern Jersey/Boston), cracks the overused jokes, and probably has the screenname like... Imtheman69. In his profile
he probably has some lyrics from a really bad song that he thinks is still cool, like Who the let the dogs out.
last characteristic which isn't even really a characteristic is his girlfriend. The girl that everyone knows for being smart,
pretty and nice. She's way too good for the guy, but doesn't know it.
Now here's the other kid-which most kids out there reading this are. You're the kid in class who knows his
stuff. Teachers know you've got it and will make it someday out there. You don't talk too much in class, sit
in the back corner of the room, and makes a few comments to your buddy next to you. You're not bad looking, but you're
no Chuck Norris(girls love him I hear). You're more or less just kind of "in the game." What more can be described
about this guy? You make wise cracks when the teacher isn't around, talk eloquently, and probably have the screen
name of something you like to do... baseballkid11 or maybe even you tied baseball into some novel you've
read like... catcherintherye11.
You can't really pay attention in class, that girl who's going out with the jerk sits diagonally in front of you.
You two have talked before...not really talked but had brief conversations- not really conversations but more like her asking,
"Hey _____, can I borrow an eraser?" type of deal. You don't think too much about it, you've known her since elementary
school. But when you do think about, you realize you've known her since you can remember. You recall the first day of
second grade when she wore her first "high-heels" and tripped, giving her that scar on her chin that she still has.
Days become weeks and weeks become months. You and the girl have actually gotten pretty close - and have even met
each other at a party or two. You still get nervous around her and even tried calling her house a couple of times. The
seven digits are drilled into your head after staring at it- deciding whether to call her or not. Despite this, you guys have
actually become buddies. You guys hang out when there's nothing else much to do. She can carry out a conversation and actually
makes funny comments... not the ones that you laugh at when they're not funny. You actually give "the laugh"- the one you
do when your boy gets rejected from a date or something. She shows up to your house in gray sweatpants and a yellow "Watchung
Hills Athlete T-shirt" while you yourself are wearing ripped jeans and a white undershirt (the one that you just throw on
the ground and everytime when your mom or dad is about to wash it you're wearing it...so it probably smells and has pit stains
on it). You realize you guys have fun together, eating cereal from a box and whether it be watching Two of a Kind
re-runs with the Olsen twins or some crap that you would never by watch yourself (or would never say out loud you watched).
She can be wearing those dingy sweatpants and not wearing any makeup, but to you she's still gorgeous. In your mind it
makes you feel even better... a little more special than the other guys, she went out of her way not
to dress up for you. Everytime you see her you lose a gasp of air... you feel the sensation like that time in
3rd grade when you got punched in the stomach for the first time... or when you got cross checked in last night's lacrosse
game. You seem pretty content right now, and then BAM! it hits you. You realize that you've placed
yourself in the worst of two worlds... you remember reading before that "Nice guys finish last" and that's just what you are.
You're the nice guy.
What more can be said? You've totally forgotten about the jerk she's going out with. You think to yourself and you see
the kid ten years from now, still wearing his Varsity jacket with his nickname "Hot Stuff" scripted in the front, sporting
a beer belly and already pimping a comb over. You can't see how this guy got your girl. She says the generic
high school "i love him"-that is until senior graduation but never really talks about him until she gets
hurt. The jerk probably got caught getting with some other girl and just like that, the relationship is over.
In your mind, you can't help yourself from laughing. In fact you laugh so hard you actually let out some gas. You then
look around and see if anyone heard you. Luckily no one did. You think that your definitely "in the zone" now and even turn
up some Bruce to match your feelings. Life is good. The next day you wait for her outside her Chem class after the
fourth period bell rings. You peek into the class and you see her already walking out with three guys. Three typical jerks.
You slam the back of your head into the locker. You actually miss and hit the brick wall and yelp. You then stare left down
the hallway and see the first jerk, walking all alone... you can't help but feel bad for him... you two have your hearts broken
by the same girl. You feel the common bond. You turn your head to the right and see your girl. Some kid already
maneuvered the arm-over-shoulder technique on her. The next night you hear all about this guy from her. You
can't really listen anymore. The night before all that went through your mind was "Girls just wanna have fun" with you skipping
around. Now all you hear is an old Backstreet Boy song, "Show me the meaning of feeling lonely." You then wonder
how and why those two songs are in your head. You got screwed over again son. Some playboy is trying to get with your girl
and you can't do much about it. You knew life isn't fair... but you wonder why it couldn't be fair in your advantage
for once. You start blaming yourself and almost cut her off from your life. The relationship is over. It was fun while
it lasted. Now you're back to where you began...you're just the kid.