"Leading A Simple Life"

Why do guys always assume that they’re pimps? We were watching "Becket" today in class, and this chick got two guys, and I’m like, ‘Hell, yea . . . she’s got her groove on!’, and immediately some of the football players that surround me were like, ‘Gang-banging, yea!’. That is so typical. A girl does something great, and the male sex automatically gets the credit for it.

Sometimes it’s not all that bad, but when it happens too often, it gets on my nerves. I mean, why can’t a girl have more than one guy - and both guys know about the other - and not be considered a slut? Do guys want power so badly that they’ll always take it from the female sex, and never let us have it?

"That’s cute," I heard a voice say behind me.

"Shut up, Keith," I said without looking to see who it was. "And stop reading over my shoulder. It bugs me."

"I think you’re going to have to get over it." he told me.

I shut the cover of my notebook, and turned around in my seat to face him. "Boy, you need to stop reading my stuff."

Keith Richards pulled his water bottle to his mouth, and spit. "Yea, so?" he asked, when he was done wiping his mouth.

"Girls do not find that attractive," I commented, staring at the bottle full of chewed up dip. Keith just stared at me. "The dip."

"Oh." He shrugged. "It’s addicting."

"Yea? Well, it looks nasty." I did an impression of him chewing and spitting, making loud noises. I saw the teacher looking at me, and I stopped. "Anyway, I’m just saying that I wouldn’t want to kiss you after you were chewing that crap."

"I’ll get over it."

I tapped the top of the desk a couple of times, then laid my hand on his. "Are you going to do the homework tonight?" I saw him roll his blue eyes.

He brought up his bottle again, and spit, then said, "I don’t know, Susie." He paused for a moment, then said, "You can’t have my answers, anyway. Hey, who were the guys who were talking about the ‘gang-banging’ thing?"

I sighed, and put my head against his desk. "Oh, it was Chris Stockton, and Daniel , uh, Daniel Moore. Two players from the football team that couldn't win a game if they tried." I raised my eyebrows up and down.

Keith pressed his lips together and hit my head. "We're trying."

"Yea, right." I watched two girls argue over who was better - Justin or JC from 'N Sync - and I sadly shook my head. "People like them are pitiful," I told Keith.

He looked at the girls and laughed. "It's a daily discussion. You should be used to it by now.' He put his hand up in the air, and got a 'little girl' expression on his face. "'Like, oh my God, you should have seen the Backstreet Boys last night. They sounded like dogs. 'N Sync is soooo much better.' 'Like, I know!' 'Oh my God!'"

Laughing, I looked back over at the girls and they were staring at us. I smiled, and said, "What?" One shook her head, and the other just pursed her lips and tried not to look at me. "Try listening to some Limp Bizkit or some KoRn. Maybe it'll give you some release with all that anger you have building up inside. Stop listening to the kid music." I grinned, and looked back at Keith. "I really hate girls like that."

"Hey," he said, "they can't help that they like music that sucks."

"Yea." I snickered. "Like 'N Sync."