"Time After Time : Part Deux"

Alrighty, Suburbians ... "Half-Done Molly" ( I'm aware you'll probably find all of this quite childish, but, I'm slowly but surely writing to a ending unexpected/unpredictable so bare with the story ). "Half-Done Molly" was obviously a childish nickname, which was given to me one seemingly ordinary day in Math Class. Mr. G, who had given me my favorite nickname I still carry ( Molly Dolly ), too gave the least favorite - Who would've figured a stupid nickname would wind up leaving my whole life in shambles?

I was struggling in Math at the time ... Especially with a particular formula that we were working on ( I don't remember it now to be honest, ha ). Regardless, I do remember how it had confused the fuck out of me, thus I put a series of bullshit responses on the homework and completely gave up halfway through it. While checking over the work with a fine-tooth comb in Class, I magically had a light bulb moment and understood everything, a bit late but whatever. You'd think I would be golden after that, right? Nah, of course not - Mr. G opted to teach a shortcut that's within the formula ( Really, though? ), and of course, I was back to the drawing board with not a damn clue what to do with what was in front of me.

Mr. G had us work on a sheet anticipating the usage of the new shortcut way, and once the predetermined allotted time to work had ended, he would select students to answer a problem. I had used the original formula because I was clueless with the new shortcut one and got only, you guessed right, halfway done with the sheet. When Mr. G chose me to answer a question I had not yet answered, I had to tell him I was only halfway finished ( Couldn't get outta that one ), and so kindly ( Yea, right ) he opted to call me "Half-Done Molly" which had sparked everything.

The Class loved the nickname, and repeatedly called me it ... Especially our buddy ( Ha ), Fuck-You-Drew. He wouldn't let it go. Eventually, Mr. G was able to calm down the class. However, that doesn't imply that they had stopped altogether. I, being the weakling I was way back when, began to cry. Nobody had noticed it though, I was crying from within at that point, and I'm far too experienced at hiding emotions. Then, Mr. G had called on me. Again.

Thankfully, I was prepared and provided the correct answer. Although I refused to let anyone see how I was severely hurting, while answering my voice cracked...

Everyone began staring at me - And, you would think they'd stop. While some did, others, *Cough* Drew *Cough*, unfortunately, didn't. He wouldn't stop. I couldn't hold the tears at that point. Finally, the bell rang, which signaled that Math Class was officially over ... I was out of there before anybody even stood up, you couldn't see my smoke. I dashed to English Class, immediately requesting I'd be excused to the bathroom. The teacher was quite concerned, considering I was near bawling, thus allowing me to go. I was able to calm myself and collect my thoughts, returning to English ten minutes or so into the period. Sadly, Drew was in that class, too. Ugh.

Nothing had happened, until the end. See, I was with my friends, who surprisingly made me smile. Everything was alright, until I heard, "Hey, Half-Done Molly!". I began bursting into tears. Thankfully the bell had rang, I was outty yet again, and I did not see Drew for the remainder of the day - But, I did have a run-in with the Guidance Counselor. He had found me while I was walking the halls to inform me he had spoke with G, who delivers his sincerest apologies, although he could not foresee a negative result. G later apologized in person. I forgave him.

The Guidance Counselor, too, spoke with Drew and his Merry Band of Complete Assholes. Ultimately, they were ordered to apologize and to cut the shit with Molly. But they're yet to apologize. Unfortunately, regardless the childishness, I crave an apology in order to locate closure within that portion of the problem. However, I think that ship sailed, so I've got not a choice but to eventually find another way ( Like Blogging it as I'm doing right now ). And, but a few months ago, Drew had the balls to call me "Half-Done Molly". All I did was glare while I reminisced. I was and still am proud of myself.

I had refused speaking to him after the initial incident for awhile. Eventually, I began speaking with him, and a friendship was evolving. Which, I'm positive you can predetermine, was quite a big mistake. I shouldn't have let him into my world once more, but I did. Everything was swell for quite a while. A lotta peeps expected us to go long-term at one point. Actually, a Social was approaching and I was hoping he would ask me. But shortly thereafter, something completely unexpected had happened.

He had got a girlfriend, which wasn't me ... This's where the vulnerability began, I felt undesirable. Therefore falling into the arms of the first man who opened them up to me. If I had considered allowing 'ole Fuck-You-Drew back into my life once more as a 'big mistake', boy was I in for a rude awakening...