About a year and a half ago, when I was fifteen, me and my best friend were sitting outside of her apartment dressed in her dads old clothes and covered in paint after a long day of painting her room. We saw our friend Pete in his car with a few of his guy friends. We yelled his name and his friends took notice of us and made him drive up to us. They looked unimpressed with our appearance and without acknowledging us, drove off. We knew that we looked like crap, but we were still very annoyed, and went in to clean up and go out to get our minds off of it.
While walking down Hollywood, we came across the same shallow teenage boys we encountered earlier, with the exception of Pete. I took the chance to get back at them in my own strange way, and told my friend to, on the count of three, run screaming down the street, she obliged because she doesn’t question such requests, and what do you know, they noticed us. They came over and started hitting on us, while we rolled our eyes. Funnily enough they didn’t believe us when we told them we were the same girls they’d seen earlier, but after convincing them, they were shocked. Oh, the powers of lip gloss.
Satisfied, we were about to leave them and continue on our way, when a boy named Dan started chatting me up. He was very charming, and soon after leaving I was informed by my friend that he apparently liked me alot.
A couple of nights later we were with Pete, and Dan and another boy came over. We were all sitting in an empty apartment, excruciatingly bored, when Pete came up with the incredibly lame idea of playing truth or dare, so we humored him and went along with it. I was dared to go in the other room with one of the three boys, and do “whatever we wanted” for five minutes. I was increasingly reluctant, but I eventually gave up and chose Dan, amusingly to his other friends’ dismay. He was very sweet and said we could just talk. So we talked, he was very good at that, but we kissed as well, he was also very good at that. I was really beginning to like him fast. We spent twenty minutes there, instead of five.
So we started dating, sort of. He was getting a bit obsessive and calling me all the time, and I started avoiding him because he was really getting on my nerves, and I was beginning to regret agreeing to go out with him. I felt bad about avoiding him, so he came over one night to hang out, and he was very sweet and told me he really liked me.
A couple of weeks later I caught a cold, and had to cancel our plan one afternoon. He didn’t like the idea of waiting to see me, he wanted to come over anyway, despite me telling him not to because he’d catch my cold. So he came over, and when he saw me he said that I looked fine and wasn‘t sick, and he didn’t listen when I said I was in fact. I didn’t let him in, so he talked to me from outside of the balcony. He soon asked to kiss me, and I said no, I didn’t want to give him my cold. He said he didn’t care, and after about twenty minutes of trying to convince him, I gave up and finally obliged.
It was wonderful, he was an incredible kisser, but after an hour or so I started to feel sick again, so he left. I talked to him later that day and he said it was the best afternoon of his life. The next day I was feeling better, and I called him to ask if he was busy, and he said he was sick. Yup. But he didn’t tell me “I know you warned me” or anything like that, he blamed me, and was really pissed off at me. He was being an absolute jerk, and we stopped talking for a while. After that, we didn’t see each other ever again. We never officially “broke up”, but every time I’d try to talk to him he’d say he was busy, and wasn’t nice about it either. I really did like him and I thought about him alot, and I fell even harder for the jerk-off, despite him being a complete a-hole to me. I tried to forget about him as quickly as possible, and I soon got over him. It went from him liking me and me hating him, to me liking him and him hating me. Your typical relationship, no doubt.
