Boy Troubles

My name is Kaylee Elise, which I guess is kinda obvious by my blog name…hehe. Anyway. I don’t really like the whole double-name thing, so please just call me Kayla. I live in a small town called Talladega, Alabama, supposedly named after some Cherokee “princess,” though since my ancestors did not have a formal monarchy, I sort of doubt that. Talladega is a small town, a very small town. It’s tiny. You might have heard of it because of the racetrack, and maybe because of Larry the Cable Guy jokes. Don’t get too hung up on the stereotypes, though. Just because the people of Talladega talk slow, that doesn’t mean we are slow—not all of us, at least.

So, I’ve started this blog for several reasons. Mostly, I just want to practice my writing. My dream is to be a novelist some day. Please don’t be too judgmental. I’m only a high schooler (don’t rub the Eragon kid in my face, okay?). I was also encouraged to blog by my best friends: Blair, Brian, James, and even Bethany. They all agree that I need to vent (and Bethany wants to keep up with me while she’s off saving the world with her church youth group). I have a lot of…issues. Nothing serious. I’m not a drug-dealer or a klepto or anything like that, and I don’t have weird foot fetishes. I just have a lot of, well—boy problems.

The main one right now is named Jared. He’s my ex-boyfriend, and I’m having to work with him—every single day. Don’t get me wrong, J’s an alright guy, I wouldn’t have dated him otherwise. He was actually a really great boyfriend, the only issue was that I couldn’t break my four-month rule. (That’s right, I have dating rules. One of those rules is that I can’t date a guy for over four-months, otherwise I’ll get too attached.)

Please don’t judge me. I’m not a bitter love-hater, girl. I think that the idea of true-love existing for immature high school students is really…cute. No, it’s great. Really. It’s a totally plausible idea for books featuring sparkling vampires and movies featuring big blue genies. In real life, however, teenage love doesn’t usually pan out so well (my parents are an exception). I’m not bitter, I’m just a realist and studies show that ten out of ten teenage relationships end. So, why should I waist my precious time trying to build a foundation for something that is only temporary?

Whoa! Got a bit off-topic there. Let me steer us back into the right direction.

Jared. Jared is a really nice guy, but he’s held a bit of a passive-aggressive grudge since I dumped him last semester…in the school cafeteria. (I know, it wasn’t my brightest moment, but the dating nonsense had to stop.) I can’t handle the drama of teenage angst!

Of course, I’ve had nothing but drama to deal with since the breakup. What with Jared accusing me of dumping him for my best friend CJ (who I have absolutely no feelings for whatsoever) then telling everyone at work that I have a crush on the dish boy, Slade, when I am clearly crushing Michael (he’s so tall)! Of course he did all of this while pretending to be my friend.

Holy poop, I was so embarrassed today when Slade came up to me and said, “Jared told me you think I’m hot.” (Slade is cute, not hot. He has pretty blue eyes, perfect teeth, and golden hair. He also looks 14-years-old.)

I swear I gawked at him for a good ten minutes. I must have looked like a really confused catfish minus the mustache.

Finally, I said, “I didn’t.”

Slade was not putt off. “Oh, c’mon. Admit it!” Slade said, smiling.—Did I mention we were not alone? This was not a private conversation, no. He confronted me in front of all of the dish boys. “Jared said you think I’m the hottest guy here.” And there was Michael, being all cute and nonchalant.

“I don’t.”

Slade was getting flustered. “Why don’t you just tell me? You think I’m sexy.”

I was quickly realizing that Slade was a jack&$$ and needed to get knocked down a couple of pegs. “Look, Slade, I don’t know if this is how you usually flirt, but I’m not into arrogant juveniles who think they’re too big for their britches.”

I turned to walk back inside, and I might have left it at that had I been anything less than a lady. Ladies don’t leave men in total shambles, so as soon as the other dish boys (including Jared) were done with their immature howling, I cleared my through and said, “For the record, you do have really nice eyes and could probably use them to get any girl, if your mouth didn’t get in the way first.”

Well, there you have it. I guess I handled that alright—other than the fact that Michael probably thinks I’m a total b-word right now. Oh well. There goes that potential four-month relationship featuring movies, popcorn, and free dinner.

I just don’t know what to do about Jared. I’m sure Slade was telling the truth, but why would Jared hang him out to dry like that? And what crap is Jared going to try to pull next?

Agh—stupid boy. Any advice? This blog has to be good for something.