Monologue1
A short piece I had to do for my creative writing class
We've got to talk. This girl you're after, I think you should give up on her. I should know, I've gotten to know her more than I really intended to, and now I kind of regret that. I mean, she has a pretty face, athletic, smart, and under any other circumstances she'd be a definite nine or ten in my book. The problem is, she isn't your typical kind of girl, actually she's the farthest thing from it.
When I first met her, it was by total accident. You see, there were a bunch of losers crowding the hall, so I gave a few of them a little shove, nothin' too bad. She just happened to be one of the people I pushed. Well, she followed me around for the rest of the day, and I ignored her. I mean, what was I supposed to do, I've got an image to uphold here. She kept following me around for a week, a whole week, until I finally got fed up with her. I wanted to belt her right in the face, but she didn't look the type who could take a hit. So instead, I did what any normal person would do, I yelled at her hopin' she'd finally leave me alone! When she started cryin', well, I was relieved. I thought she'd leave me the hell alone after that, but no, she kept on followin' me around, bawlin' the whole time.
Well, not only was she startin' to bug me with all the cryin', but she was startin' to draw attention, and not the good kind. I grabbed her by the hand and ran, and people were startin' to look at me weird like I did somethin' wrong. Well, After I got her alone, she calmed down real quick, almost too quick now that I think back on it. She sat down against the wall and started dryin' her tears with her skirt. She was obviously comin' on to me, no mistakin' it. I've been with too many girls not to know when a girl's puttin' up the signs. I waited a bit before I did anythin', just to be careful.
She looked like she wanted to say somethin', but she just wouldn't let it out. I Just stood there watchin' her for a while, but she just sulked, actin' all depressed and stuff. Well, when she finally spoke her mind, she mumbled somethin' about an apology, guess she was sayin' she was sorry for waitin' so long to show me how she felt. I took that as my cue, and made a move. She started crawlin' away, but most girls are shy when it comes to romance. I didn' want her confession of love to go to waste, so I followed her. Then she just flipped out, screamin' and flailin' all over the place. Look at this, she even bit me in the arm! I don't really remember what happened after that. I was suspended again and had to talk to some fancy lawyers and big shots I could care less about.
The point is, this girl is trouble, so don't be goin' after her, got it? I've been givin' you advice for how long now, two years? It's all been dead on, so why are you givin' me that weird look like I'm makin' stuff up. I swear I'm tellin' the truth, this girl is bad news. If you're so dead-set on chasin' after her, I'm not gonna stop you, but if you get into some kinda trouble, don't come cryin' to me when you need savin'. I'm done dealin' with that head-case, understand? If it does work out for you two, tell me all about it. I wonder what she's been up to...
You didn't hear me say that, I don't care what she's doin', not now and not ever.