Why Are You Kicking Me?!?

This story took place one year ago.

So there’s this guy who gets on my nerves. ALOT. I’ll call him Adam.

I used to/still tell my friend how much I hate Adam. This friend of mine is extremely smart; he gets straight A’s and still manages to be pretty cool; I’ll call him Sean.

There was one particular class where I sat in a “group”. This consisted of myself, Sean and Wendy, (this is not her real name…by the way). So, this one day I was gonna make a joke by telling Wendy that I hated her, (playfully).

“Do you know who I really hate?”

Now, I guess Sean was tired and probably wasn’t thinking straight, so he blurts out:

“Adam?”

I was so surprised he said this, because Wendy was actually really good friends with Adam…so I try to recover:

“Adam? Why would I hate Adam? I have nothing against him…”

“Are you joking?” the moron said, “every morning you come into science and tell me how much you hate Adam!”

I start kicking him under the table, hoping he would get the hint. He went on:

“This is Clint [me] everyday in Science..’do you know who I hate? Adam!’, every single morning!”

I kick him hard. He continues:

“I’m not even exaggerating! Every day. STOP KICKING ME! Why are you kicking me?!?”

I panic, I go:

“I’m sorry it was a mistake, and for future reference, I don’t hate Adam…”

Wendy finaly decides to say something:

“Yeah. I hate Adam too, don’t worry.”

I later spoke to Sean about how big of a jackass he is and we actually have a bit of a laugh about it now…and everything was dandy for the next few weeks…until I broke Sean’s art mug…

-Clint

~ by Clint on March 4, 2008.