All of my life, Iíve pretty much been hated by everyone my age. I use to care in elementary school, but Iíve completely lost interest in a social life. My Junior year in high school I met this one boy and we became friends. He introduced me to his group and I became apart of it. It was pretty cool, but I didnít think much of it. They invited me to go to a school dance with the group, where I learned that everyone in the group, except for one of the two guys, had a crush on me (5 girls and the one boy that I met first). I didnít really care, I actually thought it was really funny. Now, my senior year, that group has grown, my old friends have gotten more needy, and a new group of freshman now adore me and follow me around everywhere. I just canít take it. Iím a loner, and I really donít like being around a lot of people. Now, Iíve always got somebody following me around, and I just canít take it. Iím actually getting stressed out about it!
Along with all of the new unexpected friends, Iíve picked up a few stalkers. I see these people way too much during the day, and they constantly try to find ways to spend more time with me. The freshmen fan club I mentioned earlier has two members who are stalkers. They even know my locker combination because theyíve watched me open it so many times that they learned the combo and now use my locker for some of their stuff which makes it easier to hang around me.
I also, the boy I originally met has fallen in love with me. Heís written me a few letters explaining how he feels. Itís obvious through his writing that itís not just a simple crush. We just had charity bash week at our school, and one of the things we have is an auction wall. Well, my friends convinced me to put up ďa date with meĒ on the auction wall. The boy that like me and the freshmen fan club fought over it. The boy that likes me won with a final bid was 75$! So during winter break Iím going to go to the movies and out for ice cream where he says he has more to tell me that he canít put on paper. Heís been so open to me, and I know it has been hard for him, that I think Iím going to tell him about infantilism. I know heís not going to tell anyone because he has already trusted me with his deep dark secret, which is not that the likes me. Itís something else that I wonít put on here.
So, Iím popular and I hate it, I have stalkers, I have a gay lover, and Iím about to tell that gay lover my deepest, and really my only secret. I did not see this coming.