I'm Just a Curb Side Profit

I decided to tell me telling off Owen from his point of view it's only fair that way...plus my side's not that interesting its just a lot of "what the fuck that little prick is a bitch and a half" any way...

Enjoying a day of shopping to ever continue my emo/cowboy/rocker/Jason Mraz look (although when asked I claim I have never heard of him) in Double Take. It's a very satisfying store on the whole, old clothes that you know have a story and a history from somewhere that were no longer wanted, and given luck and the right day you find a perfect match to cloth your soul.

Today was not a "right day." There I was shopping for the cowboy plaid shirt that would make my life when I saw her. The girl that I spend my life trying to forget, yet somehow right when I manage to accomplish this, she calls or I run into her, or she comes up and says hi, or invites me to prom. I can't understand why she does this. When you tell someone they make you miserable you think they would leave you alone. But not this girl. I try my best for her to not see me so that she won't come up and say hello, I was pretty successful having my friends keep lookout while I hid behind a rack of men's accessories and then have them help me sneak out of the store. We walked around the block very casually, me not really talking about why I feel some need to hide from Alex, but feeling relieved to have escaped that awkward feeling nonetheless. Then to my horror at the end of the block she walks up to me in her black dickeys and green converse, past my friends and tells me: "Your and awful person, rude and inconsiderate and awful" then she starts to smile and I think it's one big joke when she says "and I'm not even kidding your an awful person." And walks away. All I can think is what the hell? What did I ever do to her?