Island day.

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME.

but actually.

It’s been awhile I know, but here we go. 

ISLAND DAY.  

Island Day is a day where my school goes to the Island have a barbeque, and drink. For those of you who don’t live into toronto, the Island is well, an island that takes like a ten minute fairy to get to. People live there, there is a shit little amusement/carnival thing over there, beach, nude beach (or how its put “clothing optional beach”) blah, anyway. 
I transfered schools for my last year to city school, a small ALT school with 200 kids from grade 11-12, and finishing courses. I don’t know many people. I got my best bitch there, and friends who had graduated before me left some sort of legacy there telling their buddies that K and I were going to be there. We had a few friends, but didn’t know enough people that we would like to. ANYWAY. 
Island day, the teachers are there, but they leave after the barbecue, everyone drinks while teachers are there, but of course enclosed. 

Basically 2 o’clock, teachers leave, and most of us are HAMMERED and everyone is friends at this point. 

Nick Jones comes in “sorry i’m late guys” he says to the guys I was sitting with having a conversation (his friends). Hello sexy. “too bad hes gay,” = Okay why the fuck did I think that? I have this thing when i’m drunk where when people are to sexy for me to handle, i decide that their gay to protect myself from trying to make a move on them and getting rejected. 

LOL JKS HE WAS TRYING TO MAKE A MOVE ON ME. 

Nope, drunk me is a STUPID FUCK. and was so drunk and HER thought process goes like this. 
The sky is blue, my name is rhea, water is wet, sexy dude is unfortunately gay and I like pizza. He was just so undeniably gay to me… like he didn’t even act gay. 

He takes me to the rocks that are in the middle of the water, of course drunk me getting there is so ungraceful, drenched in water, cuts everywhere cause I can’t climb up stupid boulders. WE HAVE A ROMANTIC ASS MOMENT. but I was joking around about it a lot cause i’m like “hes in to dudes, awwwww” 
“Lets go back to the BQ jonesyyy,” I say. 
“Wait sit back down I want to stay here with you more,” he goes.
“Awww jonesy,” I go and pat him on the head. “But I need to go find K!”
“oh. okay.”  
……awks. 

I could go on, but you know i wont cause i’m so mad at my self cause I wake up the next day and K goes, “You and Nick hooked up! hes so your type, OMG” and i’m like “No, hes gay isn’t he?” 
“….Again dumb ass you did this to yourself again rhea!?” 
“FUCK.”