Five Things

I guess it was me who started this whole ordeal. I was the one that threw the marker first. But I couldn't help myself- could anyone, when the boy of your dreams was too distracted by the DDs to notice the "girl of his" had put on so much spray-tan she was orange? Think what you'd like about how much of a "good person" you are, but the answer is no. That marker would be out of your hands and smacking into her nose before your mind ever conjured the word "feelings", let alone started worrying about her's.If she even had any.

The thing is, I may be flat-chested..but there are at least five things I know I'm better at than she is.