Chapter 2 – Yeah, Well Fuck You Too
When I had started college, I was your average goody two shoes. Didn’t get into trouble and got good grades. I’d apartment hop and cook for friends in return. Cooking is definitely a skill all of you kids should learn.
I hung out with this boy all the time. He was an art major, but minored in film. I hung out with his friends that didn’t go to the school too. His friends were much older and liked to cause trouble.
He didn’t like me hanging out with them on my own. He said they would corrupt me, but what did he know. Every Thursday, we’d hang out for hours. We’d roam the streets until 5am every week. I had a crush on him, though I knew he was in love with somebody else.
The girl he loved was faraway and often times I’d sit there and watch as they video chatted. He was here and she was in another country. She was timid and quiet so I didn’t get the hype.
I was confused and jealous because I didn’t understand what his actions meant. He’d call me over and we’d watch TV on the tiny little couch in his bedroom. We would share blankets many times. Talk about anything and everything until I’d go quiet. He always wanted to know what was going on in my head. I couldn’t tell him that it was always him on my mind.
I would skip class to spend time with him. I was friends with this roommates before I even met him, but they just assumed I was always there for him. I went on adventures including sneaking into a hotel pool and jumping over a fence to stroll along a gated community.
He was always partying with a drink in hand. But I was the girl that he had to protect. His friends would offer me so many drinks, but each time he’d confiscate them and said there was none for me. I would get mad and him and storm out, I couldn’t deal with him anymore and I was done for the night.
We never had sex and to this day, I think he’s still a virgin.
That girl came back to the states one day. I was no longer his priority and he wanted me to stay away. But they never got together. I always knew they wouldn’t work. They were from two different worlds and neither of them wanted to put in the effort.
I’d call and I’d call, wanting to hang. He bailed time after time. The one day he asked where I had been, I told him that he never let me back in. He said that was nonsense, but a girl tends to know when she’s being used. He used me for company when she wasn’t around, but when she came back, it was a clear, “Fuck you!”
So we aren’t friends anymore though still talk to the guys he used to hang out with. But if he comes back wanting another chance, my answer will always be, “Yeah, well fuck you too!”
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