Before the contest, I was actually getting to be in a fairly good mood. I was laughing. I no longer wanted any and all human contact to get the hell away. In the stands, Alan and Michael and I talked and laughed. It was nice.
But on the bus on the way back, my mood soured.
This is going to make me sound like such a pissy, jealous, possessive bitch, but y'know, maybe I am.
Emily came up and sat with us in the middle of the bus. She proceeded to tickle Michael, lean on him, and rest her hand on his leg. They held hands for the duration of the bus ride. They talked about something-or-other in voices too low for anyone to hear.
Maybe I am a pissy, jealous, possessive bitch..
But that really, really bothered me.
Emily has spent the last week being as happy as anyone could ask for, laughing and talking about her boyfriend every few minutes. Then she goes over and acts like she did when she and Michael were a couple (and getting along - a rare occurance, but it did happen). And she wonders why people think she's a whore. Michael was actually the first person I'd met who had a fairly normal to high opinion of Emily. Since then, I've met one other person who thinks she's a nice person. Most people's description runs more along the lines of "bitch", "whore", and "slut"... You get the idea.
But yeah, that bothered me. And the worst part is, I have NO right to complain or be upset in any way. Michael and I aren't a couple. He's a free man, he can do what he likes.
... But it still bothers me.