Kendra -
Okay. I've just about had it. You want my side of the story? Well, you're about to get it.
When he broke up with you, it was my shoulder you were crying on. I stood by both of you, because you were both my friends. Yeah, I liked him even then, but I'd liked him before you knew him. I tried to stay your friend for as long as I could, but you kept trying to make me choose. That January, I caved and told you I liked him. It was the hugest weight off my chest, and since you were my friend, I was glad you knew and you were cool with it. NOT. Two weeks later, I find out everysinglething you have called me since then and even before then. I know about the "I hate -mynamehere-" note. Betcha didn't know that. So I decided that I couldn't be friends with you anymore. But you swore you had never said those things, ever, and I decided to give you another chance. But turns out you did say those things after all, because the rumors came up again and this time I had to cut it off. So I did. That was very early February. One of our last conversations, I remember, you told me you were over him. Completely.
He asked me out April 8th, 2011. Possibly the happiest day of my life. I told you myself, I felt I owed you that much. And you said you were cool with it, you didn't care. So that was good, I didn't think we'd be friends, but I didn't think you'd hate me. WRONG. You hated me. You had your friends text me horrible things. You would talk about me just loud enough for me to hear in class, calling me terrible names, saying it would never last. That he was just using me, and it was a rebound, six months after he'd dumped you. It wasn't. I even apologized to you, telling you I hadn't meant to hurt you. I don't know why I did that, looking back now. It was stupid of me, but I was stupid then. You accepted it, and I thought the war was over. But you kept up with the bad things. I didn't fight back then.
He broke up with me during the summer, but we got back together. That's when I finally realized what you'd been feeling, and I decided I would never rub it in your face that I had him and you didn't. But you couldn't leave us alone. You would get your friends to tell him to dump me, say all those bad things about me over and over and over. Thanks to that, nothing offends me anymore. You would stare at us in the hallways, say mean things. You seemed to be trying your best to break me, but I'm not the type to break.
The second semester that year, we had three classes together and lunch. And that was hard, because I didn't like being near you. I know how you are, you suck people in and I always hated that. I had art with you and him. But it was okay, because he was in there. Except you always flirted with my own boyfriend in front of me, and you would not leave him alone. He ignored you, though, so it was okay. I could write a book about what happened in that art class, but I won't. I still mean what I said though. "Do it again and I will get you."
There's more things I could write about what you've said about me. So far I'm ugly, fat {I weigh 110lbs. I'm not fat.}, stupid {AP, honey}, and then there's that stuff I can't write here because it's a kids site.
This year, you are always trying to talk to him. Stop. He is not interested. And then you text him to tell him you love him. That's not okay, stop it. Right now. {Really, what did you expect him to say?] You know, that when you stare like that, it looks like your eyes are going to fall out of your head. Not attractive. Stop following us around the school, the football games. Stop texting him. Stop giving me those death glares, they are oh so annoying. And also, if you want to talk to me, then talk to ME, not the school. Oh yeah, those rumors you spread, just stop doing that too. It's annoying.
Leave us alone. As my cousin so eloquently put it: "Stop being a sore loser".
No love.
-me