This was kind of me in early high school. There was this badass goth chick who, looking back, was very likely “flirting” with me quite a bit. Admittedly, I had my own absurd style that definitely had shades of goth too.

I recall she bit my arm so hard she drew blood… on more than one occasion. I absolutely had a thing for her so I didn’t mind. She was a grade or two older and had a boyfriend who was either from another town, dropped out, or already graduated. I’d never met or seen him though. Me and her did hang out a few times in random secluded places after school or during down time but nothing romantic ever happened - just talking.

Looking back on it as a more mature adult, and vaguely recalling her stories, I am pretty sure she had a fucked up childhood and home life. I wouldn’t be surprised if the boyfriend situation was more fucked up than I realized.

Shortly after graduating high school, I met some people who actually knew the guy (he had allegedly been their dealer a few years prior lol) and apparently I looked a lot like him, only I was a few inches taller and less skinny. The number of times I was mistaken for him was crazy. I guess she had a type? I hope she’s doing ok.