You know that awkward moment when someone is talking about you, and you just happen to overhear it.
That didn't happen to me.
Because I didn't "happen to overhear it" I was literally 4FT AWAY from the bitch, in PLAIN SIGHT.
So. This morning I went into the senior art room to do some much needed matting and framing for my pieces that I'm taking to competition. In fact, 9/10 times, unless I have to finish a lab for AP Enviro or make observations, I'm in the art room at 7:30 am until class starts.
Today was nothing different, I showed up at 7:25, put a mix CD on and got to work cutting matte board. No one was in the room. Oblivious, I'm jamming out to "What You Waiting For?" by Gwen Stefani when I hear the door open. About this time is when this one techy guy and his non-art girlfriend come in, and this isn't too different either because they usually come in a few minutes after me to sit there and chill.
And I say non-art because to my knowledge she hasn't taken an art class from my teacher and is only in AP Art History with me. I don't know. I just haven't really been impressed by her because she does poorly in AP and never turns in her work or projects on time, and when she does they aren't done too well. I don't now. Maybe I'm just saying this because I resent her after what happened, but I DIGRESS.
I do my best not to interject on their conversations, even though sometimes I want to be all "Actually, no," and yes, I know how pretentious that makes me. But again I digress.
They were chit-chatting it up when all of a sudden she verbatim (because I never forget things that verbally insult me):
"I don't really like the colors Lizzi used in her piece. It's like, there's not enough of them. I don't really like it."
And then her boyfriend awkwardly said, "Er, Derpette, Lizzi is right there...."
I whipped around so fast there was an audible flutter of papers behind me.
Internally I was all like, "BITCH PLEASE, AT LEAST I LOOK LIKE I COMBED MY HAIR THIS MORNING."
Externally I was all like, "Well, I only started painting it this week (Tuesday to be exact) and I haven't started putting in all the colors yet. What you're seeing is the first layer that's kind of a placeholder. But yeah. It's no where near finished. In fact, it's probably going to take a good week for me to finish it."
Don't get me wrong, I wasn't all peaches and cream about it. I made her feel thoroughly AWKWARD. Bitch. She tried to explain herself, but I was like NO, BITCH DON'T TRASH MY WORK IN PROGRESS. And I told her that if she had seen my previous work (which is all over the senior room) she would have known that I was NO WHERE near finished.
Later that day I apologized to her boyfriend for it being awkward that morning, and he said it was cool, because stuff like that happens. He even joked that he did the same thing a few years ago to this guy Jake who was innocently looking at his own art when walked up and said "Man, that piece looks kind of awful." IT HAPPENS.
And he and Derpette are perfect for each other.
And ok, I've put my foot in my mouth as well, but whenever I'm going to trash someone/something I AT LEAST CHECK THE ROOM TO SEE IF THEY'RE IN LISTENING RANGE. That, or I whisper or write a note. DUMB.