(The hockey captain stands before me, hand in his hair and cheeks flushed. i've had a crush on him for a while, but he never seemed to have noticed me.. until now.) "So, uh-um, would you go on a date with me?" (he stutters, why would he be nervous? This is exactly how the scene played out in my mind. but in person, it seems far from genuine. Why would he want to go out with me?) "oh, um, I don't know.." (I pause) "But, I do have a friend that thinks you're a catch, she's like a 10. No, not just a 10, a 11." (I blabber on. He just awkwardly looks at me while I tell him all things good about my friend, suddenly, his throat clears, pausing my speaking.) "No offense, but i don't give a fuck about your friend. I'm hitting on you. Am I not being clear enough?"

(I blabber on. He just awkwardly looks at me while I tell him all things good about my friend, suddenly, his throat clears, pausing my speaking.) "No offense, but i don't give a fuck about your friend. I'm hitting on you. Am I not being clear enough?"