The Girl, The Asshole, and Me. (Part 2) (727 hits)
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Submitted by worm (View user info) at 2004-03-30 20:11:09 EST
Yesterday I posted the 'Will I', and people seemed to like it. If you haven't read 'Will I'( http://www.ubersite.com/cgi-bin/message_get.cgi?message=1080613012898511298 ) it would probably be hetter if you did so before reading this one.
Enjoy...
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Will II
She was there again, leaning on the locker next to mine. She was laughing and smiling while hugging the bottoms of her books to her stomach. We had been talking non-stop for the last few weeks- ever since Sarah's party. Although what she went through would've shattered almost anyone else that I know, it didn't seem to faze her at all. She would still smile a lot, but now for different reasons. It used to be for guys, clothes, or weekend adventures. But now it was for "no reason". Whenever I'd see her she would light up. I decided not to think about why, probably because I really didn't want to know.
After getting my Physics books, I glanced around the edge of my locker door. Will was slouched up against his locker allowing his eyes to sift through the passing crowd; dark and hollow. I glanced over my shoulder before we headed to class.
"So... whatcha doing this weekend?" I hesitated. She never wants to hang out on the weekend, not since sixth grade.
"I dunno, probably hanging out with Chuck."
"When?"
"Friday, probably."
"What are you doing Saturday?" I paused again.
"Something with you." My response was half question, half statement.
She wrapped her arm around mine and gave me an upward smile. "Good answer." I kept her laughing for the rest of the walk, something I hadn't done in a long time.
Was this really happening? I couldn't decide if the barrage of signals she was sending was merely out of friendship or if it was something more. She gave me a powerful hug before leaving me at Mrs. Lawton's door. She looked back twice before disappearing into the crowd, another first. I was analyzing everything she did now. Her every word and action pulled me deeper into an all-consuming mental spiral.
I felt like I was eating soup with a fork. I was lost in though for the rest of the day with the same questions spinning around my head and the same ambiguous answers attempting to fill the void. I found myself daydreaming in all my classes, even the fun ones. All of this faded quickly the next time I saw her.
I saw her through the open door on my way to lunch. She was sitting red-faced in the nurse's office cradling a fistful of tissues. I stopped in and crouched down in front of her.
"You okay?"
She tried to comb a strand of hair behind her ear with her finger, but it fell back in front of her face. "God, I hate him." That's all I really needed. I knew who it was and I knew I would be the one to confront him. There was just one more thing I needed to know.
"What did he do?"
She looked up at me before answering. Her eyes began to well up but she wiped away the tears with her forearm before they could fall.
"He wrote..." She looked over her shoulder to gather herself. Her next sentence left with a heave. "He wrote 'whore' on my locker." We looked away in opposite directions. The bell rang.
I kept my gaze to the side while she wiped away a fresh batch of tears. "He was waiting for me after last hour... He laughed hysterically when I showed up. I couldn't even get my math books." The tears began to fall again. She couldn't even look at me. "I just stood there for a while, just shocked... He had his friends with him, they were all laughing... God, I'm supposed to be at Math right now." She paused. "He's in my class. I'm sure he's just laughing it up." She finally looked at me. Her eyes were bloodshot and refilling quickly. She paused and gave a faint smile. "Shouldn't you be at lunch?"
"Probably." I smiled.
She gave a little laugh and swung her head back. "Troy, why are you here?"
I shifted my weight. "You expect me to leave you here?"
"I guess not..." Another smile crept across her face. "My teacher is gonna think I'm dead."
I watched an array emotions flash across her face. I read her thoughts like a book: she had to go to class, but to go to class she needed her books, and to get her books she had to go to her locker which was the last place she wanted to be. Her face tightened as she began to speak. I cut her off.
"How about you wait here and I go get your books?"
She looked relieved. "That'd be great."
I got her combo and headed to her locker. He wasn't exactly discrete; the orange spray shined brilliantly against the wall of gray lockers. The five letters were spread out evenly descending the entire length of the locker. I opened it and got her books. On the way back, my echoing footsteps defeated the distant roar of students in the lunchroom, but I didn't notice. My thoughts were elsewhere. I had to do something. Will needed to know that this wasn't to happen again.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" He was surprised. He took half a step back and scoffed.
"Dude, what are you talking about?" His eyes moved from side to side in a desperate attempt to avoid the staring match I had waiting for him.
"Leave me alone, leave her alone." My tone impressed even me; it was stern and cold, but a far cry from violent. He looked around and let his palms turn upward.
"I dunno what you're -" I grabbed his collar and put him into the locker column.
"Leave her the FUCK alone!" I walked away just as the crowd began to assemble, I didn't want this to get ugly. Not here, not now.
"Oh no, I'm so afraid, Troy. Please don't hurt me." I heard him laugh over my shoulder. I kept walking. "She's a slut!" He laughed again. Continuing to walk was damn near the hardest thing I had ever done, but I did it. I was going to give Will chance to let it die. For a while, I didn't hear from him at all and assumed that he had let it slid. I should have known better.
A few weeks went by without Will. Tiff and I did something nearly every Friday and Saturday. At first, she stayed very distant. We would hug hello, eat at a greasy restaurant, watch movies sitting on opposite ends of the couch, and hug goodbye. But one warm Saturday night, she came over to my house to watch a movie. I was very careful to keep my actions on the 'friend' level, even though this betrayed how I felt about her.
Her mom dropped her off around nine. She was wearing a little pink shirt and a pair of tight, dark blue jeans and carrying a Blockbuster Video baggie.
"I brought movies!" She laughed maniacally as she took off her shoes.
"Well, aren't you happy?" I smiled as I walk towards her. She jumped into my arms and put her cheek against mine. She held it for a long time, and the time gave way to silence. She eased back and looked me in the eye. We didn't say anything for what seemed like an eternity. I was lost in her eyes. My nervousness slipped away before I realized it was gone.
"Well..." I broke the moment. She blinked and swallowed before stepping back from the embrace. She smiled again.
"Well, what?"
"We gonna watch whatever you have in the bag?"
We walked downstairs she sat down on the couch while I put in the tape. It was a 'romantic comedy' that came out a few years ago: a chick flick, basically. I down sat on 'my' end of the couch and gave her a look out of the corner of my eye. She was staring right back at me hovering over 'her' spot. We smiled at each other and I looked back at the screen. After a few seconds, she walked across the front of the couch and fell into me. Surprised, I lifted my blanket to let her in. She nestled her body into mine and I let the blanket fall over the both of us. She had her head on my chest, and the rest of her lined the left side of my body with our feet sharing the ottoman.
The screens of the movie threw different shades and intensities of light onto the blanket and onto her face. To be honest, I didn't see much of the movie. We laughed at the actors at the beginning of the movie, but about a half hour into it she began to nod off. I watch her eyes as they closed. Her body slowly relaxed and I felt her fingers loosen around my hands. Her breathing became slow and rhythmic; I could even feel her heartbeat. I held her for another hour and a half, well aware of the sounds and flashing images of the movie, but they seemed distant and irrelevant. She was asleep. The beauty that had unfolded in front of me held my eyes and ears captive. I adjusted to her every stirring. I saw to it that she would not wake.
After the credits had passed and the screen had become a wall of static, I whispered in her ear. It was getting late; she needed to get home. She rose slowly, pushing off of me to get herself upright.
"Good morning." She gave a squinting smile before responding.
"How long was I out for?"
"Hour and a half." She sighed and fell back into me.
"Oh my god Troy, I'm sorry I fell asleep" She looked worried, like she had insulted me by falling asleep. She had no idea how wonderful that night was for me.
"Don't be."
I gave her a ride home and walked her to her door. When we got to her front step, I gave her a hug. When I let go, she was still hanging on so I hugged her again. Once again, she held on for longer than protocol. All of the sudden words began to fall from my mouth.
"Would a goodnight kiss be out of line?"
She didn't say anything. She just shook her head, so I kissed her. It was a little awkward, to be honest I really don't remember it that well. I was still in shock from the fact that I had asked her, and that she didn't mind. My consciousness was two steps behind real time, and remained that way for the next thirty seconds. I think she said goodnight and I think I did too, but for the life of me I can't remember doing it. When I caught back up with time I was standing beside my car with my hand on the door. As I came to, my brain was assaulted by a wall of thoughts; most of them worries. I looked up to see if she was still there, but the door was closed, the air around me stood still.
As I started the car, I began sorting through my thoughts. I really hoped I didn't just walk away from her afterwards and left her standing there. I hope I said goodnight, but she was my friend, why did I kiss her? Does she like me? What now? How does she feel about all this? I suddenly felt very tingly. Good or bad, I couldn't decide, but it dominated my senses for the entire ride home.
The next Monday, Tiffany was sick so I had to wait another day to talk to her about it. It happened only two days earlier, but it seemed like forever. I hadn't talked to her since that night. As I walked out to my car after school, I saw a crowd assembling near the back of the parking lot. A fight maybe? Well, my car was nearby, so I decided to check it out.
As I approached, the circle seemed to open up to me. Those who had their backs to me looked over their shoulders as I neared, and those on the far end peaked over the circle to verify my presence. The chatter in the circle dulled and died. My stomach twisted. Something was up.
My car... Where the hell was my car?
The crowd was gathered around it.
Oh no... no...
"Troy..." The voice sounded mischievous. It was Will. I sprinted through the walls of the circle just in time to see what the crowd had waited for. He lifted a stone about the size of a basketball over my windshield and dropped it. The snap of the glass echoed off the walls of nearby buildings. The windshield webbed from top to bottom and from side to side. The rock slid down onto the wipers, then hit the pavement at my feet. I cracked my neck and knuckles and went at him.
He swung first. I got in two shots before his friend, Greg, jumped in. Greg was an offensive lineman: 6'6", maybe 280. I hear the rest of the fight was pretty quick, they beat the hell out of me. All I remember is Greg hitting me in the nose once, and the horrible pain that came with it. After that my memory fails me. The next thing I know, I'm in a hospital bed with a nurse leaning over me.
My parents said I had a concussion. They were worried and angry at the same time; a rare and interesting mix of emotions which only comes up in situations like this one. Tiff came in a few hours later. Right when she walked in, there was tension. I could tell she felt it by the distance she kept from me. After exchanging greetings and quaint smiles, she asked me how I was. I responded accordingly. Just as an awkward silence was beginning to come on, I broke it.
"What happened to Will?"
"He got expelled."
"No way...Greg too?"
"Yup."
"Cool."
Another silence... these moments came more and more frequently now; the calm before the storm. She sighed heavily and put her hair behind her ear.
"So what are we?" She looked worried. I searched for an answer vague enough to say nothing, but strong enough to satisfy her question. I wanted to hear what she had to say first.
"You tell me." That would do.
"I dunno, I really like you Troy, and you're a great guy, but we've been friends for a long time. I don't want anything to get in the way of that... and plus there's college in 5 months. I just don't want anything to come between us, that's all"
"So just friends?"
"I don't think it'd be fair to either of us go any further. College starts in 5 months."
"I agree."
She locked her fingers with mine. "I don't want to say goodbye to you as my boyfriend. I want to say goodbye to you as my friend."
She left soon afterwards; both from the hospital and to college. She went to eastern Wisconsin and I went to college about ten minutes from home. We talked sometimes, just to shoot the breeze, and we'd hang out on the holidays when she would come home. Things were never the same though; there was always this odd tension between us. I think it was because both of us knew we could've been something special, but life just wouldn't allow it. Contact between us slowly died over the next few years as our studies intensified and time swallowed our feelings. I still think about her all the time. I think about our school, and the fights, and the night at my house. I think about it more than I like to admit. I guess she's the one that got away.
I miss those days. I miss how we were, and I miss my youth, but most of all I miss her. She was one of my best friends, but we could have been so much more. I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive myself for letting her make us 'just friends'. To this day, I haven't found a girl like her. I miss her, I really do. I miss her more than she'll ever know.
User Reviews
Submitted by Spiral_Abraxis (user info) at 2004-06-12 13:50:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
I hate when girls say shit like "Oh, it'll ruin our friendship..." when we want to have a relationship. Have they not figured out that we'd prefer sex over friendship?
Submitted by shitfuck (user info) at 2004-06-12 13:23:33 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Submitted by shitfuck (user info) at 2004-03-30 20:14:54 (#)
Ranking: -2
boring.
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I went back and re read it...guess what--it sucked worse.
Here's your -4.
Submitted by TonyMontana (user info) at 2004-04-01 17:00:25 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Always an Eagle...if this retarded shit made you cry then you are one stupid ass cunt.
Submitted by TonyMontana (user info) at 2004-04-01 00:58:09 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
WTF I'M NOT READING ALL THAT!!!!
that never gets old.
Submitted by AlwaysAnEagle (user info) at 2004-03-31 09:03:24 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Oh damn it, I just did my mascara. Cut it out with the cutting close to the heart business, jerkface.
Nice work.
Submitted by Random Joe at 2004-03-31 06:47:48 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Supremebeing (user info) at 2004-03-31 05:54:44 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
WTF Im not reading all that!
Submitted by Patheticus (user info) at 2004-03-31 00:01:20 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Good story. I don't know why most people here don't seem to like long stories. I personally think that this wasn't long enough, but that's just me and my shitty opinion.
Submitted by Dead_0hi0_Sky (user info) at 2004-03-30 23:42:35 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
umm, this was almost as long as my life. sum your shit up hun.
Submitted by TonyMontana (user info) at 2004-03-30 23:38:39 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Why don't you try hanging yourself you fucking idiot. Your writing skills suck almost as much dick as the gay ass stories you tell.
"blah blah blah, look at me, I'm some pussy trying to be a knight in shining armor...instead I lost the girl and now I'm stuck with some fat greasy ass bitch that I have to settle for because I attended DeVry."
Submitted by Worm (user info) at 2004-03-30 21:20:00 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Argh..."chromosome" not chromosone.
I'm going to stop typing now.
Submitted by Worm (user info) at 2004-03-30 21:17:41 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Yeah, oh well. I tried to multitask and failed miserably...
damn X chromosone.
Submitted by JohnGalt (user info) at 2004-03-30 21:10:43 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Actually Wo|2M, it's probably better to ignore the first "college in 5 months" and keep the 2nd one. But from what I've been told so far, I'm a shitty writer, so you may want to just ignore me.
Submitted by JohnGalt (user info) at 2004-03-30 21:07:26 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Excellent work.
Submitted by Worm (user info) at 2004-03-30 20:59:59 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Joe... she's the one who wanted to be friends.
Argh... while editing, I fucked some shit up. I know it's too late, but ignore the second "College is in 5 months". So redundant... it ruined the end of the story. Grrr... I wish i could delete and repost.
*repeatedly slams head against wall*
-Wo|2M
Submitted by Random Joe at 2004-03-30 20:42:13 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
You heartbreaker, you.
Submitted by beer-turtle (user info) at 2004-03-30 20:39:21 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Good mix of fic and non-fic. it always help to write what ya know.
as for shitfuck and Tonymontana (probably the same weakminded fool with tourette's) maybe when one of you useless douches can actually form a coherent sentence, maybe then you guys can critique.
-Turtle
Submitted by bravo_foxtrot (user info) at 2004-03-30 20:39:09 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
WTF I'M NOT READING ALL THAT!!!!
Submitted by Worm (user info) at 2004-03-30 20:30:55 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
god damn. Shitfuck and TonyMontana, you guys are as fast as you are annoying. Really, I'm amazed (dare I say impressed) at how quickly you jump at the opportunity to attack me.
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Typos happen.
-Wo|2M
Submitted by Darshiscool (user info) at 2004-03-30 20:29:07 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
It really reminds me of some of my own experience, experiences i'm going through right now, and what i dont wanna lose. Props to you man.
Submitted by coley (user info) at 2004-03-30 20:24:33 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Aww!
I'm surprised that most of this is fiction; seems plausible enough to me.
Submitted by TonyMontana (user info) at 2004-03-30 20:21:29 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
This post sucks almost as much negroid cock as you do. By the way bitch...slow down when you type, just because you have an orgasm when you post your poorly written piles of shit doesn't mean you shouldn't proof read every once in a while.
"...it would probably be hetter if you did so before reading this one."
It would probably be better if you put your dog ugly acne scarred "girl"friend/lifepartner out of her/it's misery.
Submitted by Worm (user info) at 2004-03-30 20:18:59 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
You "read" and reviewed a 6 page post in 2 minutes and some change. Did you take this hand-waving reading classes?
Thanks for the -2.
-Wo|2M
Submitted by shitfuck (user info) at 2004-03-30 20:14:54 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
boring.
Submitted by Worm (user info) at 2004-03-30 20:13:25 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Something I should've put in the article...
Disclaimer: The characters in both stories are all based on real people (just changed the names). The majority of the events are fictional; about 30% actually happened. So I guess it's a healthy blend of fiction and non-fiction.