Sup Guy

4th March: Sup Guy: Location: Melanie's Room

So, If you go to school with me, you've probably been graced with a multitude of stories around the dangers of walking home. Honestly, I have reason to live in fear!

I've had basketballs thrown at me, resulting in me being KO'd, boys laughing and me just internally rolling my eyes. You say, Gemma, you're a ninja, fight back! HELLO - they have like 18,000,000 gangstah ghetto mates just around the corner ready to gang rape me! (a slight exagguration)

I've been walking past a whole line of guys, when one of them shoves the guy closest to me, sendnig us both careening onto the road. Being ninja, I steady us both and continue walking playing oblivious to the hilarious guffawing behind me.

Obviously, I get alot of, 'Hey babe', or, 'Whatch doing tonight girl'. The worst I've got, was when I timed it SO wrong. Picture this, Gemma walks home, and as you can imagine, doesn't particularly want a large group of horny teenage guys to know where she lives. So I adjust my walking pace relative to how close guys are to my driveway, far away - speed it in there and lock the doors, close - slow slow so they pass it first.

One day, I slacked, and so awkwardly walked into my driveway, JUST, as a bunch of about 8 guys walked to it. Humiliation ensued. 'Hey baby, is your mummy home?' 'I can teach you how to make babies' Understandably, I don't particularlly enjoy walking home.



So, enough with the background, here's my latest pickle. Ill set the scene.

One crisp morning, Gemma was walking to school, being distracted as usual, just glancing around and appreciating the little things I notice as I walk to school. I'm walking when I notice a guy roughly my age, a little shorter than I, walking toward me. Wait a minute, he's staring right at me, hrmm, I shall now pretend to analyse my shoe in great detail, what a lovely shoe that is indeed. Oh FUCK, he's stilll looking. I tense in anticipation as I walk past and as we are shoulder to shoulder, he turns his head, tilts his head back and says. 'Sup'

Ironically, from that day onward, he became Sup guy, commonly known for wearing a different NY hat each day, and regardless of my cool dismissal of his greetings, he still continues to greet me with his overly oozing sexual appeal voice.

I've grown used to his advances, and even the use of an Mp3, and pretending to listen to music doesn't deter him. Stalkers now days, very persistent.

However, the reason behind this blog, was FINALLY, today of all days, I got proof of my molestation! You see, whenever I walk home with friends, the boys don't pounce. But today, walking with Scups, we walked past three guys, and the one closest to me turns and says, 'Hey Sexy'. Being a veteran, I don't react apart from smiling at his friend who was a few steps behind. I was oblivious to Sarah's actions, and only heard the final taunt of, 'You like that ey?'. Later, I found out Scups turned around and smiled at him. Idiot, but finally she sees my point of view!

Seriously, walking home with feral hair and the unatractive uniform we have, why would any guy even go there? In future, the next guy who says 'Hey Sexy', I might just reply with, 'And I bet you say that to every girl who walks past', flaunt my booty ass in his face, wink and use the Melanie stare. And leave him to pick up the pieces of his jaw. Boom Tish.

Melanie xx