Diego was right all along: the girls have ruined everything. Now even Diego’s fallen victim. Well he’s the criminal actually in this case but it amounts to the same thing. Not that I forgive him. The man still has free will for heaven’s sake. He should show some self –control.
Why would you want to go out with a girl who would use you to hurt someone else like that anyway? Well I wouldn’t. And I won’t go out with the girl who made the plan either. Mar is dumped. I’ll admit I think it’s sad – as in pathetic – the way AM follows the girls around but she didn’t deserve that. Reckon Diego's forgotten how he felt when Lola lied to him and made a fool of him...
It just isn’t Diego. I can’t believe he sank so low. For Lola. For one date. Mar couldn’t wait to tell me all the gory details of her nasty little plan, including how they’d persuaded Diego to do his part.
I wouldn’t have done it.
Not even for Lola.
Why bother?
But you know what?
Only me and Daniel didn’t laugh.
El Grupo is falling apart before our very eyes.
Wednesday, 7 April 2010
Tuesday, 6 April 2010
The Fight 2
I let Diego go. What else could I do? I’d come to him as a friend and instead taken out all my crap on him. I hoped he’d gone to the nurse. Which meant I couldn’t go – that nurse’s room isn’t big enough for the both of us. I’d hurt Pablo when I meant to help him. To be honest I wanted to cry but I don’t do that sort of thing any more especially not with all those chicks clucking around me. What could I do? I gave them a famous Sexy Rey smile and let them fuss me ;-) I can’t say I didn’t enjoy being surrounded by all those lovely ladies.
Mar was a bit rough though. I think she was mad at me. I didn’t bother trying to explain. Let Lola do that. I noticed she’d stayed away… Thinking about it made me mad about the way the girls have changed things. Suddenly their touches didn’t seem so tender anymore… like they were all growing claws or something. I got up and went out the way Diego had gone. Without a word.
Mar was a bit rough though. I think she was mad at me. I didn’t bother trying to explain. Let Lola do that. I noticed she’d stayed away… Thinking about it made me mad about the way the girls have changed things. Suddenly their touches didn’t seem so tender anymore… like they were all growing claws or something. I got up and went out the way Diego had gone. Without a word.
The Fight
I’d gone to tell Diego it was all a mistake. Lola had dropped me right in it and I was furious. When I swiped the basketball out of his hand it wasn’t as playfully as I’d planned & he laid right into me. So I let it go. All the fury and frustration, I just pummeled it right into him. Don’t get me wrong – he fought back. HARD.
Girlfriend
OK so now I see the point of a journal. It’s not like I could tell anyone else. I can just hear the conversation me n Fabrizio would have:
Me: “So bro, you remember that girl, Sol, I told you about? The surf babe who fancies me? Well I asked her out today (by note) and she turned me down so now I’m going out with Mar, the girl you said had the temperament of an ass and the looks of – well – an ass.”
Bro (mumbling half-heartedly): “Yeah – you boning her?”
Me (lying to get his attention): “Sure bro.”
Bro (still paying more attention to his reflection than to me): “Huh!”
Or Mum:
Me: “Oh by the way, Mum – I’ve got a girlfriend.” (No doubt I’d be grinning foolishly hoping she’d be pleased.)
Mum (looking delighted): “Ooh is it that lovely girl Sol?”
Me (furious): “Why should it be Sol? She’s not the only nice girl in the world is she?”
Mum (seeing right through me and smiling placatingly – the way she does when Dad gets in one of his ‘rages’.): “Oh – ok carino, who is it then?”
Me (sulky and ashamed): “Mar.”
Mum (unable to hide her horror): “Oh – oh, well that’s nice. It’s good that you don’t hate her any more.”
And then I’d have to leave the room before I could think about hitting her for knowing me so well.
Dad:
Me: “Hey Dad, I got a girlfriend.”
Dad: “Shut up and pass me my needle!”
OK it’s not really like that, much, I exaggerate to keep the guys from asking too much.
Diego (this one really happened):
Me: “Kiosko mate?”
Diego (pathetically optimistic): “Football?”
Me: “Nah! Gotta meet the girls”
Diego (disgusted): “Why?”
Me (shrugging like it’s no big deal): “Boyfriend duties.”
Diego (if I’d thought he was disgusted before…): “Que? Quien?”
Me (mumbling): “Mar.”
Diego (I don’t need to tell you how disgusted): “Que? Porque?”
Me (shrugging again and lying through my teeth): “She’s actually less of a bitch than Sol and that makes her prettier as far as I’m concerned?”
Diego (utter disbelief): “Huh?”
Diego (scornful sneer coming on): “You’ve been duped mate.”
Me (to myself as my friend turns his back on me and walks away): You don’t know how right you are mate. You don’t know how right you are…
Because, of course, that’s exactly what did happen. Mar duped me. Sol said no and she saw her chance and leapt in there, persuading me that we could make Sol jealous.
As if it’ll make a difference.
She’ll just be relieved she doesn’t have to worry about me following after her anymore. And when she gets it into her head to get a boyfriend it’ll be someone else…
Mar came to the kiosko alone. But she made sure as many people as possible saw us together.
Me: “So bro, you remember that girl, Sol, I told you about? The surf babe who fancies me? Well I asked her out today (by note) and she turned me down so now I’m going out with Mar, the girl you said had the temperament of an ass and the looks of – well – an ass.”
Bro (mumbling half-heartedly): “Yeah – you boning her?”
Me (lying to get his attention): “Sure bro.”
Bro (still paying more attention to his reflection than to me): “Huh!”
Or Mum:
Me: “Oh by the way, Mum – I’ve got a girlfriend.” (No doubt I’d be grinning foolishly hoping she’d be pleased.)
Mum (looking delighted): “Ooh is it that lovely girl Sol?”
Me (furious): “Why should it be Sol? She’s not the only nice girl in the world is she?”
Mum (seeing right through me and smiling placatingly – the way she does when Dad gets in one of his ‘rages’.): “Oh – ok carino, who is it then?”
Me (sulky and ashamed): “Mar.”
Mum (unable to hide her horror): “Oh – oh, well that’s nice. It’s good that you don’t hate her any more.”
And then I’d have to leave the room before I could think about hitting her for knowing me so well.
Dad:
Me: “Hey Dad, I got a girlfriend.”
Dad: “Shut up and pass me my needle!”
OK it’s not really like that, much, I exaggerate to keep the guys from asking too much.
Diego (this one really happened):
Me: “Kiosko mate?”
Diego (pathetically optimistic): “Football?”
Me: “Nah! Gotta meet the girls”
Diego (disgusted): “Why?”
Me (shrugging like it’s no big deal): “Boyfriend duties.”
Diego (if I’d thought he was disgusted before…): “Que? Quien?”
Me (mumbling): “Mar.”
Diego (I don’t need to tell you how disgusted): “Que? Porque?”
Me (shrugging again and lying through my teeth): “She’s actually less of a bitch than Sol and that makes her prettier as far as I’m concerned?”
Diego (utter disbelief): “Huh?”
Diego (scornful sneer coming on): “You’ve been duped mate.”
Me (to myself as my friend turns his back on me and walks away): You don’t know how right you are mate. You don’t know how right you are…
Because, of course, that’s exactly what did happen. Mar duped me. Sol said no and she saw her chance and leapt in there, persuading me that we could make Sol jealous.
As if it’ll make a difference.
She’ll just be relieved she doesn’t have to worry about me following after her anymore. And when she gets it into her head to get a boyfriend it’ll be someone else…
Mar came to the kiosko alone. But she made sure as many people as possible saw us together.
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