Legends

Leo Must Die

          Dillion continued, "They're saying it might be one of the most hyped movies. It's breaking box office records as we speak. Anyway, I gotta get my homework prepared. See you, man."

          After he went to hang up his jacket, I continued to observe the girls, who were still gossiping about the same topic. I took an instant disliking to this Leo guy. Even though I knew nothing about him, he just seemed to rub me the wrong way.

          When recess began, the girls were still going on about him. I found myself agitated that they weren't giving me the attention I'd received in the past. I figured this would just be a one-day phase, but little did I know it was only the beginning.

          By the time Monday rolled around the next week, the girls were still just as excited, if not more, about Leo's performance in the movie. They didn't even mention other aspects of the film, like camera angles, props and settings, costume designs. All they cared about was Leonardo DiCaprio. 

          At this point, I was trying to stay as far away from the movie as possible. I was extremely triggered by the amount of attention the girls were giving this guy. Not only that, but they still weren't interested in me anymore, at least not nearly as much as before the film was released.

          But no matter how hard I tried to avoid contact with Titanic, it was simply impossible. Within only several days after opening night, the movie was selling out every theatre across the world. If I had a dollar for every time I heard that damn song My Heart Will Go on by Celine Dion, I'd be a multimillionaire. I'd want to puke my guts out every night, hearing my sister sing in the shower like a dying whale, as of course she was wishing to see the movie herself with all the hype leading up around Leo. Okay...I would give her credit if she actually could, but my sister can't sing for utter shit! I'd cover my ears with my pillow desperately, hearing her scream with a brute-like voice in the shower.

          Neeeeaaaaaarrrrr

          Faaaaaarrrrrrrrrr

          Whhheeeerrrrreeeeevvvvveeeerrrr you are

          I bellliiieeevvvee thhaat myy heart willll gooo onnn

          Literally everywhere I went, I was exposed to Leo's creep face. On buses, magazine covers, newspapers, commercials, at gas stations. His charming smile and luscious hair always set me off. And it was utter torture every time I was forced to witness the girls practically drooling out the mouth for him. "Leo Mania" was in full effect, and I was in the heart of it all—Los Angeles.

          Everybody, and I mean everybody, seemed to love the guy. It wasn't just the girls. Even my male teacher and a few other boys in my class admitted he was a fine actor. But me? Nuh-uh. I wasn't going to just jump on the bandwagon. I didn't see Leo for all his fine features and the dreamy persona he had adopted in the movie. I saw him as a target; a threat. Without even being in the same proximity as us, he had managed to steal my girls. This was simply unacceptable, and would not fly by my standards.

          .   .   .   .   .

          It had now been a full month since the premiere, and Titanic was still shattering box office records, as Leo was getting more attention from the girls than ever. 

          I was sitting in my room playing video games one evening—it was one of the rare places I could escape Leo's trend—when my mother walked in after work. She proceeded to tell me that she had booked us a family night out. At first, I was fairly optimistic about this. It might have done me some good to get out and spend time with family.