Kyle Montgomery was a little bitch. I hated the dude myself. They may say that all is fair in love and war but that's not fucking true.
Kyle and Marcy met at the gas station I worked at. Marcy would come to work with me after school sometimes. Kyle came in one day with a flat tire. Asked if I knew how to change it. That pussy.
I changed his tired and next thing I know he and Marcy are giving each other goggly eyes. It was gross. Kyle offered to give Marcy a ride home. Marcy gave her virginity to this smooth talking asshole.
Soon enough, Marcy was "in love" with Kyle. She wouldn't stop talking about him.
I was jealous. There, I said it. But not as jealous as Kyle.
Kyle told Marcy that he thought me and Marcy were to close and told Marcy to never speak to me again. I was her best friend and quite frankly thats when I realized I was in love with her. I was out for blood.
Me and Kyle got in a fight in the school parking lot.
Marcy hated me for the longest time. But she was such a confused little girl.
Her and Kyle would rub their relationship in my fave everyday.
It lasted 2 months. Kyle was a jealous mess and Marcy couldn't handle it. Marcy missed me.
Kyle talked about Marcy for months after they broke up. "She's got aids." That was his whole thing. He acted like a dick 12 year old. Marcy got sick of his shit.
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General FictionA twisted story about a high school shooting and mental illnesses.