• Nathon Powers Journal Entry #7
    March 16, 2010


    tab "Geez, Nate. You got run over by a bulldozer or what? You look like crap." Of course he'd notice my hunched appearance, my tired eyes, my limping foot. He was a true friend. And that's why I needed to know what was going on with him.
    tab "Yeah." I set down my lunch, and sat across from him. "Fell off the trampoline this morning. Stil hurts." If I had a trampoline, that might've been reasonable. But seeing as I didn't, I knew I was just grasping at straws
    tab "Well, that sucks." I bit into my sandwich, prolonging the time spanned until I'd have to ask what was going on with him.
    tab "Tyler Woods doesn't seem to like you."
    tab "It's a mutual feeling, then," he retorted.
    tab "Something he did?" I asked. I wasn't sure why I was curious, but for one reason or another, I wanted to know.
    tab "Something he did?" He laughed, and shook his head. "What, you haven't noticed? He's been a jerk-off to everyone since yesterday."
    tab "He seemed particularly angry at you."
    tab "Let him be," he proclaimed. "Like I care. That douche can do whatever he wants."
    tab "And what do you mean by that?"
    tab "You think I'm going to mess with him now?" he asked, as if it were really obvious. "Trust me, I would, but that a*****e beat Jacob up pretty good. My odds of beating him are somewhere in the negatives." I knew that far too well. I experienced it myself.
    tab "Man, I don't what it is," he went on coldly, "but something about him just...gets on my nerves. It's like some sort or weird vibe." He stared me in the eye, and said,
    tab "Like how he's friends Stacy. That slut girl." Slut girl...Suddenly, I regretted what I said to him the day before. What was I thinking when I just passively agreed with him when he called her a whore? It was then I saw the relations...Jenna and Stacy, Tyler and I, Evan and Jacob. Was I giving my best friend too much credit all these years? Was he really just as bad as Jacob?
    tab "Don't talk about her like that!" I suddenly burst out. He seemed just as uncaring as I was the other day.
    tab "Well, look who's all of a sudden angry. Just what sparked it?"
    tab "What gives you the right?" I shouted. I couldn't believe it. Years of friendship, and I decided to tear it apart right now. "What gives you the right to talk down about her like that?"
    tab "Because it's the truth," he answered simply. "I couldn't make this crap up if I wanted to, ok?" I crunched my fast together. I couldn't stop now. It was too late to stop.
    tab "So that gives you the right to judge her?"
    tab "Let me ask you this, Nate," he said cooly. "If you were to find out I was, hypothetically, of course, a man-whore, would you think of me the same way?"
    tab "I'm not talking about you! I'm talking about Stacy." He shrugged, and sighed.
    tab "Me or Stacy, what's the difference? You hardly even know her. Why are you standing up for her now?"
    tab "Because I'm not like you. I don't just judge people like that."
    tab "Yeah, right," he said with a little snicker. "Like you did yesterday, when you completely agreed with me, right?" I didn't say anything. How could I have lost in a debate like this?
    tab "Just face it. Your just one big hiipocrite. All crap, all talk. If you want to blame me on being the bad guy, then I suggest you stop acting like one yourself."
    tab And then, I remembered the story books. The hero, the villain, the damsel in distress...All these years, I've wanted to be the hero. But then, I found out that, one way or another, I had turned into the complete opposite:
    tab I had turned into a villain. An antogonist of the story. You see, the villain doesn't have to actually do anything evil. In my opinion, all I villain had to do was not do something right, and their name was set in stone.