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| quote: | Originally posted by Slylee
here's a related story. of course i'll get into the history first so that it seems a little justified  anyone bored, feel free to read!
When I was a senior in highschool, my best friend (who was a controlling bitch to me) was dating this guy who was adorable and crazy about her. He had money too, so he spoiled the shit out of her. Anyway, the 3 of us were very close and pretty much every single weekend, it was me, him and her partying and driving around together (he was already graduated). We were like this weird threesome, I was always the 3rd wheel, but never felt like it. I’m sure he enjoyed having 2 cute blondes at his side at all times. I was there for every fight, every makeup…u name it. It was like I was in the relationship with them. Anyway, the summer after high school graduation she turned into this even more miserable bitch, doped up on prozac and xanax and weed and she was treating everyone around her like dirt, including me. She stole her mom’s credit card and went shopping with it and lied about it…just really low shit with no regard for anyone. And for some reason, she started cheating on him left and right. It killed me to keep quiet about it, and I never said anything because I didn’t dare step up to her (I don’t know why cuz she was such a little bitch, I dunno why I was so scared of her). She literally fucked like 4 guys that summer and one of them was her ex from before this guy who was like enemies with him (the new, sweet boyfriend). I started to lose major respect for her and I was just sick and tired of walking on eggshells around her. Everyone always thought she had an attitude problem. She wasn’t friendly and acted like her shit didn’t smell, but she was very attractive and she had that silly goofy side to her that I guess only I saw, because it seemed like I was always defending her like, “oh no, she’s really cool, u just have to get to know her”. Anyway, she had a trip planned to go to Vegas to see her aunt later that summer and we said our goodbyes and all that, and I was actually really glad she was leaving. I didn’t want to be friends with her any more and I thought that would be a great opportunity to let things fizzle out.
Well, she left and of course her boyfriend was calling me to chill cuz it seemed like the only natural thing to do since we hung out all the time anyway and I knew his family, etc..
So we go out the following weekend and drop rolls and drink n stuff, and we both spilled the beans to each other about her. It turns out that she had been talking shit about me all the time to him. That hurt so bad, I actually cried. She was the last person on earth I would ever imagine talking shit about me. Yea, she was a bitch, but she had no other real friends except for me and we had a lot of history (since 7th grade). She was like a sister to me. I was so furious. I thought, “What a backstabbing BITCH!” I was embarrassed that she would trash me like that to people and there I was, her “best friend”, hanging out with her all the time, I felt like an ass. So I figured it was a good time to tell him about the 4 guys she fucked before she left Vegas. Lol he had already heard about 2 of them and she denied it, so it wasn’t like a big shocker to him. I just sort of confirmed his suspicions.
So that was that, and then later that weekend, I think like on that Sunday afternoon, I’m at his house and we’re high off our asses (big potheads back then) from taking bong rips for like an hour and watching movies in his room. And the next thing I know, he grabs my face and starts to kiss me. I felt REALLY weird. I wasn’t as outspoken back then as I am now. Obviously if that happened today, I would have stopped him immediately and told him I didn’t feel comfortable doing that, but I didn’t. And we went through with it. He busted out a condom and I just thought, “oh my god, we’re actually gonna do it” I was kinda nervous, I hadn’t really had any other partners except for the guy I lost my virginity too the year before. So we had sex and I was speechless after it happened. I was just like wow, I can’t believe I just did that.
So then I felt weird and I went home and I didn’t call him all week. And then the following weekend I went out with some other friends and rolled. Ended up touching base with him throughout the night and of course ended up back at his house for a little afterhours with some of our crew (he had been out rolling too at a house party). We had sex again while rolling. Then the next day I was passed out for pretty much the whole day in his spare bedroom and he was up earlier out in his livingroom with his crew, just smoking weed and eating pizza and sort of recovering from the night. Well all of a sudden around 4 pm or so, I get abruptly woken up because he had come in the room, closed and locked the door, and was like, “wake up” and started taking my clothes off. I was literally half asleep. I was like, “wait, where is everyone?” and he was like, “they finally passed out”. It was like he had been waiting for everyone to pass out so he could sneak back in his room and do me. So we did it again.
Hahaha
Oh and the best part is, my “best friend” ended up staying in vegas. Her mom found out about the credit card and called her while she was there and told her she wasn’t welcome home and that she better find a job out there and stay there! hahah
I’m sure that the boyfriend didn’t want to be with me. I think that was his little way of getting back at her, like, “oh yea? U cheated on me? Well I fucked your best friend”. I felt used and I just stopped talking to him all together. Never heard from him again and I never called him or anything.
Found his myspace page though and he’s married now 
she has 2 kids and is married too and she's sort of a lowlife now living on the west coast. she always tries to call me when she's in town but i never call her back. i dont see a point. i have nothing in common with her. i have no idea if she knows about this, but she never confronted me about it. i wouldn't deny it if she asked me, but it was so long ago, i doubt she'd bring it up.
i wouldn't be surprised if he told her about us because he's the type to say that to rub it in her face if he's hurt. so to this day, i have no idea if she knows...but i kinda don't care. she was a horrible friend to me.
the sex ruined my friendship with the guy though. he was a real cutie and i was very close with him and then that just completely ruined it and it made me feel slutty. i dont know why i went along with that and slept with him. oh well. lesson learned. |
interesting...lucky guy, he had it easy! no offense, im sure it was the drugs.
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. Straight out of the movies man. It was one of the weirdest days of my life.
