So there's this guy...Part 1

You want to know about my personal life, eh?

So yeah.  There's this guy.  I guess I'll start this story from the veeeerrry beginning c:

I never knew who he was before the beginning of last school year.  I mean, yeah, I've heard of him, I knew his name if I saw him, I've never talked to him before, and he's never talked to me.  All I knew about him was through mutual friends and Facebook (and no, I did not obsessively stalk him or something <.<).  He seemed like a...very annoying guy, and I believe I mentally said, "Fuck no" or similar when I saw he was going to be in my English class.

There is also this really big year long project in my English class, called the Author Study Project, or the ASP.  There were a variety of American authors to choose from, and we did a sort of matchup to see who would be in which group based on your reasoning for wanting a specific preference order for the authors. (As my teacher called it, we were going to be married with your author and divorce is not an option ._.).
We ended up being in the same group.  Once again, I mentally said something along the lines of "Uhhhggghh..."  Our author was Tim O'Brien, a Vietnam War veteran who...wrote with his experiences in the war.  But that's just extra info. (Mutual interests though ;D)

Anyway, most of the year goes by, whatever.  He didn't seem as annoying as how I had imagined him.  In fact, he actually had some good insights about whatever book we were reading.  Or....actually, he had a lot to say about whatever was going on in English, not necessarily insights to the reading.  He was, I'll just say, a smart aleck.  He was definitely smart, and wasn't afraid to tell everyone.  He was the type of person that enjoyed taking apart hardware, overclocking computers, take what you said literally and make you throw a "you know what I mean" look at him.  We spent really long nights with this other person on Facebook, chatting via my recent status update about some big assignment that was due the next day for English, forming a little "HAmLit Study/Complain/Troubleshoot Group" as a mark of the procrastination of Junior Year.

Near the end of the year, prom was announced. For the people that don't live in the US and do not know what this is, it's a formal dance at the end of the year. Only juniors and seniors can go unless you get asked by an upperclassman. It gets to be a very big deal. I figured I'd just go next year during senior year so I wasn't planning on going. About this time, people get ideas of who should go with whom.

Well I have two friends that started to get these...ideas...One of them will be referred to as "the Guy" (not to be confused with "him". I'll try not to make this confusing) and I had first period US history with him. We sat next to each other. The other person will be referred to as "the Girl" and I sat next to her in sixth period physics. She also had fifth period with the...ahh...the guy, the "annoying one". Who I shared second period English with.

I'm not 100% sure about the order of these next parts. I'd have to refer to the chats I had with someone, but I'm too lazy so let's just say it goes this way. x3

In going towards sixth period, I would often join up with the Girl, and if I get to where we would meet fast enough, the English guy (as how I guess I'll refer to him) would be walking to his next class, which would involve sharing part of the route. One day, I saw them up ahead and was almost with them. They exchange a sort of look, he says "No, just no," and powers off to his next class. Obviously, I ask my friend what happened, and she says "nothing". Lager that day, during physics, she asks if I was going to prom. I replied with "well, depends if anyone asks me.  And if I don't hate them or something.". After a pause, she shoots back with "who do you hate?". Naturally, I jump to conclusions, go all o.o; and say "is [English guy] going to ask me to prom or something?" and turned bright red. I honestly forgot what her response was, but I attempted to hide in plain view right next to her for a minute or so.

Some time later, I write on the Girl's wall in Facebook pertaining to the physics project we were doing together. Then, the Guy comments on the wall post, asking me "Are you and [English guy] going to prom together?" and went ahead and tagged him in the comment. Naturally, I freaked out and found backup to help me xD. I ended up dodging the question, threw the ball back to the Guy, who got all flustered and said he was just kidding. At the end of that comment string, the English guy comments, apologizing to me for the Guy, says that I never saw that, and that the Guy is going to be dead tomorrow.

Note that I basically see all three of them every day.  It was an awkward moment...

Around this point in time, I figured that I may have...some sort of feelings for him. I don't know, maybe not LOVE exactly...and I still don't know. All I know is I wouldn't mind going to prom with him. My confidence buddy convinced me to ask him to go to prom with me. I chickened out, and ended up asking him on Facebook (through a message, don't worry ;D). None of my real life friends know I asked him, actually. Later that night, he replied that he'd talk to me tomorrow about it after English. Uhm I admit it was awkward when I saw him in class the next day. We also happened to be sitting at the same table.

This is enough for now ;D