[Disclaimer: this happened around two years ago.]
There was this boy. I liked him, and so did a number of other girls. I didn’t think I can compete with all those pretty girls so I kept quiet when he asked me out. I figured that I was probably just target practice.
He asked me out again until such a time that we started dating regularly. Every single time felt like a secret mission for me. I was nervous, and pathetic. Then one day he kissed me and everything I knew about him, about us, about me, changed. That moment I seem to have forgotten that this guy had a fucking LOT of friends who are girls. Half of those secretly liked him romantically. I became his “girl” before I could open my eyes.
No, not his girlfriend. I was just the girl he was always with. The girl he’s exclusively dating but no, not his girlfriend. But hey, I didn’t mind. He liked me and went out with no other girl but me. I’m contented with that.
But then the disadvantages of being the ‘girl’ of someone who is admired by a lot of other girls surfaced. A particular girl who particularly liked him was, in effect, particularly furious at me. She hated me with the fire of a thousand burning suns. She didn’t know me but if she can bury me six feet under using her bare hands, she would.
So she did the next best thing: she bullied me. Whenever I was around her and the guy we both like, she’d badmouth me just loud enough for me to hear but not enough for me to call on her. I was quiet. But I was also very much hurt.
Until one day, the bullying stopped.
I figured it was the same as playing dead. If you keep perfectly still, the hungry animals will just go away, bored and exhausted. But then another surprising thing happened. She suddenly approached me one day and blurted out “I’m sorry”
You can imagine my shock.
Later on I found out that he was responsible for shutting the other girl up. Apparently, he noticed how this other girl was treating me so he stepped up and told her… well, I don’t know, he must have told her something pretty darn good for her to swallow her irrational fury and apologize to me, right?
So what’s my point?
The thing that I liked best about shoujo manga is that instance wherein the lead guy defends the quiet girl from the group of girl-bullies. This scene is present in EVERY SINGLE SHOUJO MANGA there is. Now it made its way to real life. My life.
Guy is hot.
Fangirls abound.
Guy picks Quiet Girl.
Fangirls hate on Quiet Girl.
Guy tells the Fangirls to fuck off.
Ah yes, I love that scene.
Also, I should stop expecting my life to roll out like the shoujo manga I read. My favorite scene happening once in my life does not make it SOP. So for the love of all things cute and fluffy, Nicole, stop expecting.
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