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DIO-MEAD:
[11:05] Simp: I missed Penelope in the hallway, so I decided to go into her class instead since I know she sits with Achilles
DIO-MEAD: so you sauntered on over there and made a complete ass of yourself
Simp: WAIT I’m getting there
[11:06] Simp: as I was saying
Simp: I started chatting with Achilles, just making conversation and shit
Simp: and then this gorgeous goddess walks in to the class
DIO-MEAD: ok, creep…
Simp: and I wave her over…
Simp: kinda say hi while smiling
Simp: AND SHE TURNS RED
Simp: mad af
[11:07] DIO-MEAD: put the fries in the bag bro
Simp: huh?
DIO-MEAD: you really need classes on tiktok memes
Simp: whatever, anyways
Simp: she’s mad af and upon seeing me wave
Simp: SHE TURNS RIGHT BACK AROUND AND WALKS OUT!
[11:09] Simp: dio?
Simp: DIOOOOOOO
Simp: DIOMEDES TYDIDES
Simp: get back here before I kill myself
Simp: I might actually die of embarrassment
Simp: to think I believed I had a chance with her…
Simp: and the worst part is, when she walked back into class a minute before the bell rang
[11:10] Simp: she was giggling with Menelaus, him practically dangling off her arm, and she completely ignored me smile at her again
Simp: the asshole KNOWS I like her
[11:15] DIO-MEAD: that’s a violation of bro-code spanning generation’s back
DIO-MEAD: what are you gonna do about it
Simp: Voy a saltar de una ventana del tercer piso
DIO-MEAD: tf
Simp: my boy achilles is teaching me some español
Simp: I was gonna impress Penelope
Simp: but now it’s far too late
Simp: for the love of my life has been unfairly stolen
Simp: by one I called comrade, even friend
DIO-MEAD: ok shakespeare, I’ll leave you to your poetry
Pat:
[11:16] Ody: do you have a thick rope I can borrow
Pat: Should I be concerned about your wellbeing?
Ody: nah, hanging never hurt a soul
Pat: Oh. I’m guessing this is about Penelope then?
Ody: you mean my stolen Juliet
Pat: I’m sure Menelaus wasn’t trying to flirt with her. Besides, you’ve seen the way he looks at Helen.
[11:17] Ody: idk man, I saw what I saw
Pat: I’m sure if you just talk to him, he’ll explain and everything will make sense.
Ody: I would never interact with a traitor
Pat: Do your “woe is me” shtick all you want, but she did ask YOU specifically to be her model for whatever photography project she’s got going on.
Ody: I bet she asked Menelaus first and he said no
[11:18] Ody: how did you know what happened with her anyways
Pat: Achilles texted me about it.
Ody: you guys are spending a lot more time together now
Pat: Haha, I guess.
Ody: it’s good
Ody: you can bond with the other sports guys and realize they don’t all suck
Pat: I don’t know, only Achilles, you and Diomedes are really fun to hang around.
Pat: Please don’t tell the others I said that!
Ody: my lips are sealed
Pat: I guess I really have been enjoying Achilles’ company lately.
Ody: that’s good
After a couple days of moping around and regretting all my life choices, especially those surrounding Penelope, I was forced to confront reality back in Algebra. I slid into my seat, trying to look anywhere except her face, when she quietly cleared her throat.
- “So, Odysseus, I was wondering if… Sorry I don’t really know how to phrase this, but could I get your number so…”
Her mouth kept moving, but I couldn’t hear anything. All I could do was sit there dumbfounded, wondering if she was really asking me out or if I had misinterpreted. My mind settled of the former and my stomach erupted in butterflies fluttering from my rib cage all the way to my brain, re-activating it so I heard the last part of her sentence.
- “…photography,” she concluded with an awkward smile.
Of course. How could I forget the very event that brought us “together” in the first place, her homework. I sit there, mouth hanging slightly open like a fish out of water as I try to think of the write thing to reply. Apparently, I take long enough that she gets restless, prompting me:
- “If you don’t remember, that’s fine. I’ll write down mine, and you can text me when you get home,” she reaches over, opening my agenda my agenda.
I’m acutely aware of my arms developing goose bumps at the contact of her hair, soft like freshly shaved skin. I discreetly lean in, smelling her scented shampoo. It smells like the salty freshness of the ocean and long days spent doing nothing on the beach. I can almost picture it, just by a short whiff. In a neat scrawl, she swiftly writes down the ten-digit number, the key to becoming closer with her. The bell rings, drawing her away from me as she settles back into her own seat.
- “Thanks,” I whisper right into her ear. The corners of her mouth turn up, filling me with joy and, I’ll admit, pride. I pull out my phone, cradling it in my lap.
Group chat “Get the girl” created
Get the girl:
[8:16] Ody: GUYS
Achilles: why are you bothering us so early into the school day
Pat: Achilles, calm down, there’s no need to get so worked up so easily.
Achilles: you’re right, sorry ody. I meant to ask why did you create this gc
DIO-MEAD: way to control your pet pat
98:17] Pat: He’s not my pet.
[8:19] Ody: guys, that’s irrelevant
Ody: what’s important is the wonderful Penelope Icaria gave me her number!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
Ody: and to answer you kind question achilles, this gc is to help me get Penelope to like me
Achilles: its really not that deep
Ody: you wouldn’t understand what it feels like to meet the person you want to spend eternity with
Achilles: don’t pretend to know what I feel
Pat: Guys, this is not worth bickering about. Let’s focus on the positive: you got her number!!
Pat: Way to go man!
Achilles: congrats I guess
[8:20] DIO-MEAD: I’m back what did I miss
Pat: What did I miss? What did I miss? Virginia my home sweet home….
[8:21] DIO-MEAD: good job Ody! maybe now you’ll finally make a move
Achilles: As if, he’s too scared
Ody: Our first order of business will be discussed after school
DIO-MEAD: your years of model UN are showing
Pat: At least he has the diplomacy skills for a relationship
[20:17] Ody: okay guys, what do I text her????
DIO-MEAD: this is gonna be a long night…