[disguised, but his teachers can probably recognize it]

[whirlingwinds.livejournal.com]

How do you know for sure you like someone?

...And how do you stop liking them?

Comments

[noneedforsanity.livejournal.com]

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You've got to be shitting me.

[whirlingwinds.livejournal.com]

...What?

[noneedforsanity.livejournal.com]

Well, for one, she's the one who started talking to me. You gonna protect her from her own mouth now?

For another, that's really, really pathetic. You wanna be her defender, fine. Not my thing, but whatever. But if you're gonna defend somebody, pick your goddamn battles. I'm not coming at her with a sword. I'm just telling her like it is. I'm pretty sure she's a big girl (at least I hope she is, if you're so head over heals for her), she can handle herself just fine.

And if she can't, then why the hell would you be into that kinda girl, anyways?

[whirlingwinds.livejournal.com]

Of course she can, I was just looking out for her!

[noneedforsanity.livejournal.com]

If I were trying to kill her, I could understand that. But I ain't just yet. Trying to look out for her when she's already doing a fine job of looking out for herself makes you sound like you believe she needs you to look out for her.

She can handle herself? Fucking let her. If some whiny bitch started standing up for me in something as stupid as this I'd kick their ass myself.

[whirlingwinds.livejournal.com]

...What's your problem, bastard? If it bothers you stop replying!

[noneedforsanity.livejournal.com]

It'd take a lot more than you to bother me.

Like I said before, I'm bored as hell and the damn nurses prevent me from starting a fight.