“if only you could see”

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There are many things that make up teenagers. Make-up. Alcohol. Acne. But one thing rules them all. Drama. Not drama, with a lowercase, but Drama. I've never had any Drama in my life dealing with other girls and their boyfriends, but today was my day of reckoning.

The arcade is a place I frequent, along with many other teenagers. What do teenagers do? Make out. Where? In arcade games that /appear/ to be tinted, but in fact, you're getting a front-row show to two teenagers professing their love to each other by way of mouth. They finally noticed that other people were watching - us. At first, all was good. We waved at them. They waved back. We laughed. They...well, I don't care what they did. If you saw something like this, you'd probably talk about it, maybe to your friends. This is known as gossiping. I suppose that it was my fault to talk about it, telling my friends, and pointing. While that was pretty dumb, since they would then know I'm talking about them, the girl, who looks no older than 15, and considerably shorter than I am, comes up to me and says, "Are you talking about me? Because if you have a problem, say it to my face."

I've never been confronted before, I got REALLY nervous.

So I go back to my own business, and then we see her try to come at me, but her friends and boyfriend hold her back. Oh well. They went back to wherever, behind some games so we couldn't see them. Then we see her friends near the exit, and she walks to us, with the manager. We go to the arcade a lot, so he knows us. He knows we don't cause problems. She told him,

"There are some girls back there being rude to me."
"Okay, let's see," he tells her.

She points at me and I walk forward. She said something like I was the one saying something, so I told Joseph (the manager)," They were making out in your Star Trek game."
"It's none of your business bitch what we do!"
"Yes it is, because you're in a public place."
And Joseph said, "Yes it is, because she works here (i don't /really/ work there, just spend money there :P)"

It was a rush. xP I don't know what possessed her to think that it's okay to make-out in the arcade where there are kids running around, but yeah....my side won.

I'm just afraid I might see her again and I won't have anyone to help me. xD