I hate guys! .... or so I thought.

I hate guys! .... or so I thought. Part 1

 I hate guys! .... or so I thought.

Chapter 1

I've never been great with guys. I've had 4 boyfriends since the first grade all the way up to now in the 9th grade. I know some of you are probably thinking, 'you are way too young for guys!' and now im starting to believe it.

I'm Zoey Williams. I live a pretty boring life in Dallas, Texas. I moved here from Los Angelos, California  when I was 8 and thats pretty much it. I was always trying to live the happy fairytale life spent with my Prince Charming I thought I wanted but now I know that isn't going to happen.

My first boyfriend was some black guy in first grade that I barely remember. My second was in the beginning of seventh grade. (I know, big gap, but I moved and then I was busy with too many stuff that I didn't even think of boyfriends.) He was from my church and I met him on a trip to Alaska. His name was Bryce and he had dirty blonde hair and stood only a couple inches taller than me and he was also a year older than me. We didn't go out while we were in Alaska because I had my older brother, Zac, and my parents to deal with. When I got home, a couple weeks later, I found out he liked me. I'm the kind of girl who's not very confident in herself so I never really like guys until I know they like me back. And so I told him I liked him back. I had a friend at school that liked a lot of guys and I was an expert at getting people together so I got her together with the countless number of guys she liked and I guess I had some jealousy so I told Bryce to ask me out. Yes I told him to. That's how desperate I was.

He of course, asked me to be his girlfriend without even thinking and I stupidly said yes. But it didn't last long. In fact, it didn't even last 48 hours. We got together on thursday night and I stayed with him through friday but I had guilt in my stomach. Because I'm not allowed to date and i guess I felt bad for going behind my parents back. It's pathetic I know. So I dumped him first thing Saturday morning. He was mad at first but then he got over it. A couple months later, I went out with a mexican guy who I didn't really get to know very much. (I guess I might of still been jealous.) He was a lot taller than me but we were the same age. He asked me out on friday night. I was going to dump him on Monday beacuse I had that guilt feeling again but then I chickened out. Then, just my luck, we had no school for a the rest of the week so I didn't see him and break up with him. Then I got over the guilt feeling so I didn't break up with him that monday but apparantly he was ready so he dumped me. I wasn't really that upset because he was a terrible boyfriend.

My last boyfriend was a black guy from school named Trevor. I really did like him and we went out for a month last year. I thought everything was perfect until I saw him holding hands with another girl in the hallway. At first, I thought she was just some slut and Trevor didn't want this happening to him. But then my mind changed. Because he pulled her in for a kiss. A crazy passionaite French kiss would be a better label. He broke my heart. He obviously saw me and tryed to pull away and act like it was the girl's fault. I'm not that stupid. I know cheating when I see it.

Ever since then, I never really wanted another boyfriend. Guys really sucked at the moment so I didn't even bother. There was one thing in common of all my boyfriends: We claimed to love eachother.

It was all fake with all of them so now I officially am done with men and their so called love. But it could've been my fault too I guess. But all I know for sure is that my life sucks and I hate guys!

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