I was expelled 2 times before I graduated from higschool, nothing drastic, just bad grades coupled with unruly behavior. The schools I then went through were different, the patterns I observed kept repeating. What caught my eyes was a reoccurring friendship dynamic involving three people; a attractive girl, usually a slutty Stacylite with daddy issues that would orbit two badboys.
She would hang out with the two troublemakers causing havoc at the school. Crashing into lectures late was their game, and what seemed to be a platonic relationship between the three was actually cultivated by a underlying eroticism just ready to blow up any time. The people I am describing were notorious at our school, not because of their anti-social behavior or anything like that, but because their relationship appeared so perversely close-knit that they had to be fucking -- even the teachers knew, it was that overt. And it made us, the kissles and loveless, sitting in the back row incredibly jealous.
That day at math class we were receiving our tests results with our strict nazi teacher reading them out loud, the trio was sitting upfront, with the girl between the guys, and when the teacher read that one of the boys passed the test, the girl sitting next to him hugged him and started kissing him on the ear, up his thick dark hair, turning his head and smooching him on the lips. The teacher yelled: "Behave yourselves, or you can finish it outside!" -- with a sublime smile on her face.
This is the beauty of teen love, it's the excess enjoyment you get from defying authority figures and looking cute about it, spontaneous libidinal explosions and nostalgic elders sympathizing with your juvenile antics as it reminds them of their own youth. Remember how the blink 182 song goes; "Nobody likes you when you're 23"
She would hang out with the two troublemakers causing havoc at the school. Crashing into lectures late was their game, and what seemed to be a platonic relationship between the three was actually cultivated by a underlying eroticism just ready to blow up any time. The people I am describing were notorious at our school, not because of their anti-social behavior or anything like that, but because their relationship appeared so perversely close-knit that they had to be fucking -- even the teachers knew, it was that overt. And it made us, the kissles and loveless, sitting in the back row incredibly jealous.
That day at math class we were receiving our tests results with our strict nazi teacher reading them out loud, the trio was sitting upfront, with the girl between the guys, and when the teacher read that one of the boys passed the test, the girl sitting next to him hugged him and started kissing him on the ear, up his thick dark hair, turning his head and smooching him on the lips. The teacher yelled: "Behave yourselves, or you can finish it outside!" -- with a sublime smile on her face.
This is the beauty of teen love, it's the excess enjoyment you get from defying authority figures and looking cute about it, spontaneous libidinal explosions and nostalgic elders sympathizing with your juvenile antics as it reminds them of their own youth. Remember how the blink 182 song goes; "Nobody likes you when you're 23"
