Come on!

Can't I get a break? I'm told repeatedly not to go over to my boyfriends house when SHE is there, so I ask him, "It's safe for me to come over any time, right?"

Safe meaning no crazy girl around.

Apparently, he didn't get it. -.-

I walk in the door, say hello, and I notice her boyfriends almost panicked face. GREAT.

Now I'm upstairs, about to actually RUN OUT of homework because I'm so not welcome downstairs, and its awkward as hell.

And to top it off, she's probably staying for pizza night as well.

So, basically, we're all going to plaster fake smiles on our faces, talk about nothing, pretend it's not as awkward as it's going to be, and run off to different rooms if we ever get the chance.

I almost want to leave.

But I'm not going to. I'm not going to let her insecurities about me existing and their parents getting to know me more than they're going to get to know here (or some other such dribble) ruin my life.

I'm not going to let her win (whatever that is).

I'm not leaving.

...

But I'm still not going downstairs.

...Fuck.