Voice Exercise #7

Note: In this exercise it says to write about a very confident guy that goes to a party and thinks a girl that he has a crush on is ignoring him. I thought about changing it from a guy perspective to a girl's, but I was having too much fun writing it originally from a male's voice.
Also, remember this is fiction. I mentioned a design in the story--it's not a real one. :D Thank you!


Oh, man. My hand, it's shaking. Ah-why isn't she listening to me? Wait, IS she listening to me? What if she isn't listening? What if she's laughing at me? Does she think I'm boring? W-wh-what if I, I, I'm boring her? I can't bore her! I'm "Thee Guy". Everyone wants a piece of me, even the fellas!
"So, anyway, that was some crazy math test."
I flashed a smile and she tilt her head to her left. Her long hair fell on her right cheek bone slowly. At least I think it was her hair. Wait, was that her shadow? What if it was her shadow? Am I blind? I c-c-can't be blind. I have perfect vision. In fact, I've been having perfect vision. Ever since I was five! That's right. So, it was her hair that fell on her cheek. Right?
"Sure," she said.
Her lips curled out and popped back in. She raised her hand to rub her eye. Her long finger nails were perfectly done--shiny and bright pink. Her round green eyes rolled over to the other room. I quickly took a quick glance at what she was looking at. The room was dark and damp. The air was heavy from all the dancing and I could smell the intense odor of sweat.
I took a bit of my pretzel and turned my attention back to her. By Jove, she's cute. She totally likes me. I can tell. It's all about the body language. Oh, y--e--a--h. Who da man? Me. That's who.
"Hey Ali."
A low voice crept up from behind me.
I turned and went face-to-face with someone's chest. He stunk like skunk and was wearing a Louster design shirt. I could tell, I've always worn that design my Freshman year. Only losers were those kind of designs. Psh, he got nothing on me.
"Hi," she said.
Hi? HI?! HI!!! What is she doing saying "HI" to this Loser?! Did her hair get caught in her eye or something?
"So, what's been going on? How are you?"
What's going on here, Loser, is that I'm talking to her. GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY GIRL!
"Things are going good, how are you?"
Wait, what?! Is this for real? Is she really responding to his lame pick-up lines? Ah, no! No, no, no, no, no!
Is it because I was boring? Is it because I stink? Do I smell?
I raised my arm up just for a quick check. No, I don't smell. I think. I can't tell!
What if she's not interested? That can't be it. Can it? What if she doesn't like me? What happens next? What do I do? Is it because I didn't come off strong enough? Does she think I'm just another Loser?
Two hours later..
As my racing thoughts slowly drained away, I headed towards the exit. The air outside was cold and refreshing. I clasp my cold hands together and wiped off the sweat from my forehead.
This is probably what ugly people have to go through.