Theory: People always get fired up when an unattractive girl and an unattractive dude are dating each other.
No one came out and said anything to this effect, but I feel like it’s probably true. When girls see two Unattractives dating, they think, “Hey! Love is possible even for unattractive people. They have to love different things about each other than their physical appearances. That’s so sweet.” Meanwhile, dudes see it and think, “That is one less guy I have to compete with for the most succulent boobs in the Boob Competition that is high school.”
And, inevitably, spending time with Rachel meant being at least partially absorbed by her group, Upper-Middle-Class Senior Jewish Girl Sub-Clique 2a: Rachel Kushner, Naomi Shapiro, and Anna Tuchman. Naomi Shapiro had this loud, blustering, sarcastic persona that she used at all times, and Anna Tuchman was OK but invariably clutching a paperback with a title like The Meridian Sword or Cleavage of Destiny or something. A few times before school, I was roped into spending time with these girls. Their conversations were tough to be part of for a sustained period of time.
INT. BENSON HALLWAY — MORNING
ANNA
Ugggh. I don’t want to go to English today.
NAOMI
MR. CUBALY IS SUCH A PERV.
Giggling from RACHEL and ANNA.
NAOMI
pretending not to understand the giggling
WHAT?! HE’S ALWAYS TRYING TO LOOK DOWN MY SHIRT.
More giggling. GREG is also politely trying to giggle and failing.
NAOMI
IT’S LIKE: TAKE A PICTURE, MR. CUBALY, IT’LL LAST LONGER.
ANNA
pretending to be horrified
Naomi-i-i-i-i-i!!
All of a sudden everyone is looking at Greg to see what he thinks of all this.
GREG
deciding that the safest option is simply to summarize what has been said thus far
Uh . . . Takin’ a picture of some boobs. Cubaly style.
NAOMI
UGGGGGH. BOYS ARE SUCH PERVERTS. GREG, CAN YOU THINK ABOUT JUST ONE THING OTHER THAN SEX.
ENTIRE HALLWAY’S WORTH OF STUDENTS
Greg, we are all making a note of your playful bantering friendship with this loud obnoxious person.
So yeah, my hard-earned social invisibility definitely was taking something of a hit. I even made the mistake one afternoon of agreeing to have lunch with Rachel and her friends in the cafeteria, a place I hadn’t set foot in for years.
The cafeteria is chaos. First of all, it’s in a perpetual state of low-level food fight. It’s rarely violent enough for the security guards to get involved, but at any given time, someone is attempting to whip a piece of food or condiment at someone else from close range, and half of the time they miss and hit someone else in a different part of the cafeteria. So it’s like one of the more chill battles of World War II.
Second of all, the food every single day is pizza and Tater Tots. Sometimes to mix things up they put little gray poop-like nuggets of sausage on the pizza, but that’s as much variation as there is. Also, a lot of food ends up on the cafeteria floor, and both pizza and Tater Tots get very slippery when stepped on. There’s also a lot of dried Pepsi down there, which is sticky and therefore easy to walk on but somehow even more disgusting.
Finally, the cafeteria is extremely crowded, meaning if you accidentally slip on a slick of pizza cheese and mashed-up Tater Tots, you will probably be trampled to death.
Basically, it’s like a low-security state prison.
And so I had to sit there with my backpack perched awkwardly on my lap, because you do not want your backpack down there under the table accumulating greasy food stains and families of insects, and I was eating my weird but probably healthful lunch that Dad had packed because if I ate pizza and Tater Tots every day I would be even more overweight and my face would have a pimple somewhere the size of a human eyeball. And Naomi was loudly talking about how Ross Said Something Ignorant and I Was Like Don’t Even Go There, and I was attempting to listen politely and probably had some kind of dumb smile or grimace on my face. And that’s the state I was in when Madison Hartner came over to sit with us.
So in case you don’t remember, Madison Hartner is the insanely hot girl who probably dates one of the Pittsburgh Steelers or at least a college student or something. She’s also the girl that I relentlessly antagonized in the fifth grade, with the Madison Fartner nickname, the Booger ChapStick accusation, etc. That’s all water under the bridge now, of course, and in October of senior year, we were on vaguely friendly terms with each other. We would say hi to each other in the hall sometimes, and maybe I would even make some kind of bland inoffensive joke, and she would smile or something, and I would daydream for a couple of seconds about nuzzling my face in her boobs like an affectionate panda cub, and then we would both get on with our lives.
Did I want to get with Madison? Yes. Of course I did. I would have given up a year of my life just to make out with her. Well, maybe a month. And obviously she would have to be doing it voluntarily. I’m not suggesting that some weird wish-granting genie would force her to make out with me in exchange for a month of my life. This entire paragraph is a moron.
Look: If you asked me, Greg, who do you have a crush on, the answer would be Madison. But most of the time I was able to not think about girls, because in high school guys like me are completely unable to get with the girls they actually want to get with, so there’s no sense in dwelling on that like a pathetic idiot.
I asked Dad point-blank about girls in high school once and he said that, yeah, high school is impossible, but college is different and that once I get there I “should have no trouble making whoopie,” which was embarrassing but reassuring at the same time. Then I asked Mom and she said I’m actually very handsome, and that statement immediately became Piece of Evidence #16087 in the case of Mom v. The Truth.
Anyway. Madison, a hot and almost universally popular girl, came strolling up to us and plunked her tray down next to Rachel’s. Why did she choose to do this? Here, let me give you another long-winded explanation of something. I am like the Joseph Stalin of narrators.
There are two kinds of hot girls: Evil Hot Girls, and Hot Girls Who Are Also Sympathetic Good-Hearted People and Will Not Intentionally Destroy Your Life (HGWAASGHPAWNIDYL). Olivia Ryan—the first girl in our class to get a nose job—is definitely an Evil Hot Girl, which is why everyone is terrified of her. Periodically she will just randomly destroy someone’s life. Occasionally it’s because that person wrote something on Facebook like liv ryan is a btichhhh !!!! but most of the time, there’s no reason for it. It’s like a volcano suddenly erupted in someone’s house and melted their flesh. At Benson, I would estimate that about 75 percent of hot girls are evil.
But Madison Hartner is not evil. Actually, she’s like the president of the HGWAASGHPAWNIDYL. The best evidence of this is Rachel. Madison and Rachel were, at best, distant acquaintances before Rachel got cancer, but when the cancer happened, this triggered Madison’s Friend Hormones.
Let me also tell you that the problem with HGWAASGHPAWNIDYL is, just because they’re not intentionally out to destroy your life, doesn’t mean they don’t sometimes still destroy your life. They can’t help it. They’re like elephants, blithely roaming the jungle, occasionally stomping a chipmunk and not even noticing: hot, sexy elephants.
Actually, Madison is a lot like Mom. She’s obsessed with doing Good Deeds, and she’s awesome at persuading people to do stuff. This is just an incredibly dangerous combination, as you will see later in this book, if I can even finish it without freaking out and throwing my laptop out of a moving car and into a pond.