I notice that a lot of the responses to this latest story arc are so ... mature. Even the ones who are recalling similar instances from their own lives seem to have the benefit of perspective now. It makes for a very different telling than the one that went into the diary the night the whole thing went down.
I'm trying to think how I would have handled this in HS--as either Tilde or CS.
**NOTE: I am not writing the following as a joke or a parody, but as a serious attempt to convey the way I (as a HS student) would have reacted to the let-down CS is experiencing in this storyline--as gentle and patient as Tilde was, and as supportive as CS's friends have been.
"Dear Diary,
Tonight I finally told E--- how I feel, and what do I get? The same let's-be-friends-and-never-talk-to-each-other speech I could have gotten from the prom queen. I think he thought it was a joke at first. He started apologizing for I-don't-know-what, and I don't think I heard a word he was saying, because I could see him planning the lynchings and humiliations he and his new buddies will be visiting upon me for the rest of the school year. I bet he's on the phone with R--- right now, laughing his ass off about this. I swear, if I see him tomorrow hanging out with B---- or S----, dangling his wrist or telling some gay joke, I'm going to smash his tiny head into a locker and just walk right out of school.
And then I come home crying and what does my mom say? True-friends-stick-by-you-through-anything-blah-blah-blah... Yeah, well, I guess we found out what kind of friend E--- is, didn't we? You know what? Screw him. Tomorrow, the first thing I'm going to do is just walk past and punch him in the gut. Make sure he knows where we stand. That asshole. I hope he enjoys playing grab-ass with his wrestling buddies, pretending he doesn't enjoy it. Yeah, well, if he opens his mouth about any of this to his new friends, I'll just go tell his coach that he tried to make out with me. We'll see how long he lasts on that team.
Fuck E---."
Irrational, paranoid, defensive, angry, humiliated, lonely, and frightened, lashing out at the people closest to me. That's how I would have handled it.
I wouldn't judge CS too harshly if she stopped talking to Tilde for a year--or went back and punched QB in the nose--or took a long, hard look at a bottle of pills. The ocean of my emotions has calmed considerably since HS but I remember some violent reactions to petty things.
Just sayin'.