I bet you can figure this out on your own

It must of been September or November
a few years ago
I can't really remember which it was
but it was cold and the moon was hazy
that night and there really wasn't much
else to do but go
dancing
at West Hills High School.

I was 16, she was 17
always a year and a half
older
and I had short brown
hair no furry chin
and those long button-up
polos with khaki pants
and ugly shoes.

she wasn't any better
with that elfish face,
pointy nose and corn-husk
hair in a ponytail.

she was wearing this pink sweater
that was really fury, rough, but
tight around the edges.

her jeans had holes in them
and looked dirty even though
they were washed.

anyways,
we ditched the dance
and ran through the school
ripping posters instead.

they were posters about
"beating santana high school football"

we didn't really have much
school pride back then.

somehow we tried to make up for it.

so we went from hall to hall
ripping posters and
every once in a while we would
split up and take separate hallways.

I was quiet as I tore them down
but she was laughing loudly
enough for me to hear it from
the other side.

at the end of each stretch
of classrooms we would
run into each other and
make out in between the
kissing and laughter.

we even ran through the
amphitheater taking the
left and right sides until
both sides were littered.

my hands were starting to hurt
and going purple mostly
from the cold but our
lips stayed red and we
certainly did find a way
to keep each other warm.

it felt great getting away with
it while everyone else danced
like awkward fish in some
estranged pond.

I thought about those
boys standing in
the sidelines nursing their cokes
as they watched the pretty girls
dance with themselves.

they must of felt real awful then.

I thought about them
wasting their hours after school
making those glitter-shit
posters and putting them all around
the school.

I thought about how pissed
they would be if they found out.

those ASB pricks were shit to me.
I didn't really care.

I felt real lucky having a steady girl.

and we were alone too,
just like we always were.

and we also found an even better
way to desecrate the school.

and so you see,
I would tell you the
end of this story...
but I'll let you
figure it out
on your own...