One of the many things I hate is hypocrisy. Example: today I was distracted, and I was pacing up and down the sidewalk before algebra. I went up to the corner curb, looked at the houses down the street, and as I walk back, I hear El Pollo making a nasty little observation. Namely, "God, Allison's such a freak."

That part didn't really bother me. As I've noted before, I don't like El Pollo either. What bugged me was what he did after his friend motioned for him to shut up. Once El Pollo realized that I'd heard what he said, he plastered a big fake grin on his face, looked at me, and declared, "I love you."

I replied, "Okay. Good."