Once Upon a Time My Friends Copied A Scene From Pitch Perfect
Once upon a time, I didn't know I was interested in the fairer sex... but I'm pretty sure my friends were somehow clued in.
Just before I graduated, our school's theater club decided to have one last extravaganza: a 24 Hour Play, and I was asked to perform. Now, a 24 Hour Play is a play put together literally in a day. We figured out what the play was and who would be playing each part the night before. We spent the better part of the next day reading through our scripts for the first time and learning our lines for the performance that night. My character was suicidal, and ended up killing herself. A main character. Probably the worst role for me to take, since it's impossible for me to cry and I'm terrible at remembering things. When I'm down, I just smile.
It was during a break and I'd just sat down with my lunch to eat with my friends. The conversation between them stopped immediately. It was an awkward silence, and I looked up to see my them staring at me intently. I grinned, like, "What? Is there something on my face?"
Two of my friends go back to eating their lunch, having elected the last of my friends, T, to speak for them. It was completely obvious that they were listening in as T oh-so-nonchalantly put his sandwich down, leaned over, and said, "It's nothing, really. We were just speculating that there's about thirteen girls here. Chances are that one of them's gay."
I tried my hardest not to flat out smile at how much this reminded me of Pitch Perfect. I didn't know where he was going to take this, but I definitely wanted to be a part of anything Pitch Perfect related. "Oh yeah?" I began, oblivious. "Any ideas on who it is?" I thought I was playing the role of Aubrey and he Fat Amy...
"I guessed that it was YOU..." and T left a very noticeable pause there, waiting to see if I would speak up... It grew kind of awkward, and I just raised my eyebrow in question. It took me a second to realize he was trying to ask me if I was gay without offending me. I was as amused as I was kind of confused. Where would they have gotten the idea that I was gay from?
"...But then I remembered that you were crushing on that guy a few weeks ago, so we crossed you out." He continued and I nodded because he was right.
"By the way," T started again, fishing for more information, sort of desperately. It was as if he were looking for some confirmation that I was gay. "Whatever happened to that guy, What's-His-Name?"
"It is he who shall Not-Be-Named," I stated, mood easily turning sour. "And he's a jackass, so I stopped being interested." I looked away from T's face, practically stabbing the orange I was eating with my knife.
The guy was a jackass. He was being suspiciously creepy in a way that I tried to look passed 'cause I thought he was interested before I realized he was leading me on and only wanted one thing. Jesus, I'd barely known him for a week and he was asking for sexts of my boobs... among other things. It was pissing me off 'cause I'm not that kind of girl and he told me we could take things slow. When I asked him what we were doing, ie What he was doing, he literally Lol'd and said Finally.
T couldn't find anything that might give away a clue that he was right, and turned to eating his food. I smirked at him, having not agreed or disagreed with anything that he'd said thus far, feeling as if I'd one-upped him somehow. "Do you have any other guesses?" I asked.
"No," T said, looking dejected like someone kicked his puppy. "We don't."
And, as it turns out, I'm bi. Not sure if the joke's on him or me. Have I really been so obvious about my interest in other girls that he knew before I even did? Jeez.
That explains the look that girl gave me when I stopped her at prom and told her bluntly that she looked hot. I'm not exactly great at flirting.
Lesbihonest: all along I've been playing the role of Cynthia Rose; way too obvious.
