By
the time 1AM rolled around we were almost out of beer (24s like woah) and
cigarettes (which seem to disappear quicker the more you drink).
Guy
#1 hadn’t been talking to me much, and I was fine with it. That is until he started texting and
calling all of my friends. (Who
does that?!) He called Reg and
Sando, and even my sister saying things to them like, “hey stranger, long time
no talk,” or “what are you up to?” or, “wanna come over for a nooner?”
Lets
just say this, I was PISSSEEDD off.
Does he think that my friends would actually go running to him and jump
right into bed? My sister
too? Get real bro, get real.
He
had been texting Reg that night asking her what she was doing, and asking her
if she wanted to go out on his jet ski with him. She said she was hanging out with me to which he answered;
he hadn’t invited me to go yet.
Right, like your going to be inviting me, doucher.
She
tells him we were hanging out at my house drinking and whatnot. He says, “OK, I will be over in a
little bit.” Oh, wait, I’m sorry,
were you invited to my house?
Cause I am pretty sure I didn’t ask you over. Just saying.
Whatever,
he comes over and were all hanging out and I am so intoxicated at this point
that I am getting pissed off. His
friend is sitting on my couch asking me 21 questions about shit, and Guy #1 is
in the kitchen talking to Reg about who knows what. I turn to his friend and ask him, “did he put you up to
this? Is it his intention to put
you off on me and flirt with my friends?”
Because that’s what it seemed like and I didn’t appreciate it at
all. What an ass hole.
His
friend is stunned and apparently he had no idea what I was talking about. Yea right. He had to have known about me and him and the past shit that
was going on. Un fucking real. Whatever.
Now,
he is sitting on my floor in front of my fake fireplace and I am sitting on the
couch near him. His friend is next
to me (why? I don’t know) and Reg is sitting across the room on my chair. Intoxicated me gets up with my full
water bottle and I proceed to dump the entire thing on his head.
I
have always wanted to do that, and I am not going to lie, it felt amazing.
He
sat there and took it like a champ.
I felt so much better afterwards.
Like some heavy rock had been lifted off my chest and I was able to move
on laughing.
Another
hour goes by and it must have just hit him that I had dumped water on him
because now he is pissed off. Reg
is trying to calm him down on the porch and he is screaming something about, “I
can’t believe she poured water on me!
I don’t know what she wants from me! I can talk to her, were friends (right!) What do you mean why am I texting her
friends? Why does it matter?”
Lets
answer these questions for him. Fucking moron. You don’t talk to me anymore because you got weirded out
that I was there and available to you, and then got upset that I went on a date
with someone else. You apparently
wanted a relationship with me and couldn’t handle the fact that it could have
been something. You don’t call
someone’s friends and sister in hopes of making me jealous, your not making me
jealous, and your making me mad. I
am not a fucking baby when it comes to this shit. I can handle it, you cant. So fuck yourself.
And it matters that you text my friends because they are never going to
go behind my back and fuck you whether it bothers me or not. Were passed the age of sharing, unlike
you and your group of friends.
Moving on.
So
I go out on the porch and I ask him if I can talk to him. He turns to me and says, “fuck you, go
back inside!”
WOAH! Now it’s on like donkey Kong.
I
charged him fists flying.
His
friend grabbed me from behind and dragged me back into the living room away
from him and calmed me down. I
don’t usually get that crazy, but I was feeling crazy after that stupid
shit. So I did what comes natural
to me. I went for his throat. He didn’t like that apparently.
No
one tells me to fuck myself in my own house! So I was pissed off.
Long
story short he leaves and I get the reign of texts from him saying shit like,
“I am not in high school, if you want to act like a jerk that’s on you,” “there
is no where to sleep in my house,” “no rest for the worried.”
What
the fuck does that mean? I don’t
know. And I don’t think I care too
much. But I do know that your
stupid ass is not coming back here to sleep in my bed. I would rather sleep with a viper.
Needless
to say we have had small talk conversations since that fateful night, and I can
honestly say I want to go back to that night and really have it out with him
and tell him why I think he is a dick head. Maybe even without an audience so we can get right down to
it in private. I am thinking that
I need to find someone else. And
that is my new goal. Fuck off Guy
#1. You fucked up.
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