Choir.  I liked it before, but I'm not sure I do now AC's part of it.  AC as in Austin Canez, or Heartbreaker Since 6th Grade.  Both of them work. 

It's confusing, because I don't know if I like him anymore.  I guess he thinks I still do.  He certainly doesn't like me, with his perpetual outbursts, his obvious loathing of my numerous eye-rolls (of which I'm really good at), and whenever we seem to get partnered up in various things.

Nowadays that's a lot...but not if he has anything to say about it.

We're doing a medley of High School Musical songs (UUUUGGGGHHHH) which also includes choreography (UUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!), but I'm not complaining because the teacher's lined us up by height to be paired up for the What I've Been Looking For dance, and I'm the shortest girl in the grade.  He's the shortest guy.

But the second she directs him over, he groans out loud, stands his ground, and loudly beseeches anyone in the class to trade with him.  I feel my face grow hot, because I can already hear him explaining.

"It's a long story...like, from 6th grade...she wrote a song for me!"

Oh.  I didn't know there was a single person he HADN'T told.  The second the calls had stopped coming, he had taken it upon himself to spread the word that Kira Taylor wrote songs for him.  It was the oldest news, and by this time I would have buried it in my head.  Would he?  Not a chance.

And then I get horrified, because my eyes are burning, and I'm blinking super-fast to keep tears from coming.  I cry, or try to, at the most stupid things.  And if I showed anything but cool aloofness, or a steel glare, he would redouble his efforts to make me the least-liked girl in 8th grade...even though I am already.

So I glare at the wall.  I can still hear him, though.  The girls are saying that it was sweet, but the guys are laughing.  Did he ever mention that he wrote a song for me at one point?  Of course, it was sort of a rap, but he did pretty well all things considered.  No-one would believe me if I said so.  He would probably have lied to himself to keep from discrediting his perfect image.

The danger is past, but I'm crying over some guy that slanders my name in every public place.

And I still don't know how I feel.