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even saw Felix or me. It was only after she started coming over every
week that I started falling for her, totally against my will. She was
already Tom's girl. I felt it when it started, and I fought it all the
way. It was relentless, though --- there was nothing I could do.
I finish cleaning up my room, then sit on my bed and think about
Pris. What is so special about her? Why does she affect me this way?
Maybe I'm just lonely --- which I am --- but, no, it's more than that.
She's short, petite, always smiling, always joking --- she's 22 but
sometimes she looks 14. And her hair always falls over her left eye, no
matter how many times she pushes it back. I just love her. I just


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fucking love her.
After a while the noise dies and all that's left of the argument
are whispers. Burning with curiosity, I poke my head out to see what's
happening. Tom and Heather are standing in the living room embracing,
and tears are running down Heather's face. As I watch, horrified, I see
them begin kissing, first little pecks on each other's cheeks, then
lips, then a passion seems to engulf them and they're nearly dry-humping
right there in the living room. Before I know what I'm doing I barge in
on them, pissed off that he's kissing her, pissed off that he's cheating
on the girl I love. Goddamn it --- if I can't have Pris because he's got
her, then he better damn well appreciate her! They break off their
kissing to turn and look at me, both wearing sheepish expressions.
"Sorry about the noise," Heather says. "We're finished yelling now,
I promise."
"Oh! Well! I can see that!"
Tom looks at me with a half-smile and then rolls his eyes, as if he
and I are sharing a private joke, but I have no idea what the joke is.
Nothing seems particularly funny. "Want to go to a party?" he asks.
This is so unexpected it takes me a moment to react. "A party?"
"My birthday is Tuesday," Heather says. "I'm throwing a party for
myself."
Oh, I'm thrilled. I don't say this, however --- neither one knows
why I'm angry, they just think it's because they've been so loud. But
I've calmed down to the point where I can't lambaste Tom for his
sinning, and so I sigh and remind myself that I hate Pris and I don't
love her, and announce that, sure, I'd love to go to Heather's party,
and also that I need a drink, and they join me, and all is wonderful and
nice and it's happy-time, tra-la-la, and they begin kissing again and I
lock myself in my room and throw things around and kick and punch my bed
and feel totally impotent.
I finally have to grit my teeth and face it: I am going insane.
This situation is driving me nuts. It might be a chemical imbalance or
overdose of hormones, but it's still real and I'm still feeling this
pain. My mind is not controlling it, it is controlling my mind.
I watch my tree frogs and my lizards moping around in their