Feeling like unsociable loser

"you stepped all over his manhood with your sparkly flip-flops, Mags. No guy likes to be saved by a chick. It's our job to do the saving. It's in the man code or something," Daniel told me after school, four days after my disastrous run-in with Clayton Reed. Four days, and I was still venting about his attitude and lack of gratitude.

Okay, to be honest, I wasn't really irritated by that anymore. I was more irritated by the fact that I hadn't crossed paths with him since. Clayton seemed to be making it his mission to stay out of my and everyone else's way. So I was still talking about our exchange in a des- perate attempt to keep it all relevant, mostly because I couldn't stop talking about him. Or thinking about him.

But Daniel's words were just com- pletely asinine. I frowned at best friend number 2. "That is so dumb. What was with the whole suffrage thing and the entire push for gender equality if we still have to bow down to gender stereotypes?" I asked in my best haughty tone.

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