Look at me now

Those memories

Those memories haunt me now.

We were friends up to the very last day of the first semester.

You know how when you step into the school grounds for the first time, you're bound to make an enemy. That enemy can be your friend, bike, teacher, or your coach. In my case, that enemy was my friend. She was and still is a lesbian, I'm not homophobic, and we met on the first day of school. I was looking into joining track and football, she was looking into joining track and basketball. We kicked it off alright until I met this girl named Jesse. We started dating that week knowing just her name and her grade level. Back then, I didn't know she was bisexual. That's not the fucked up part about this, my friend turned us against each other. I was headed over to the school for practice and heard moaning. I followed the sound and found myself standing in front of my girlfriend as she gets fucked by someone who isn't me. I'm not saying we had sex, but that's not right. She didn't see me, so I walked to the field and thought of ways to make her tell the truth.

A few hours after practice, school started. I met up with my girl and my friend in our first class. We were assigned a group project and I decided, oh hey, why not ask her now. So I asked her.

"Hey, Jesse, where were you this morning? I thought we were gonna meet up before practice."

She chewed on her lip and searched the air for an answer.

"My mom was nagging at me to do chores and clean up before I left."

That pissed me off. "Did one of the chores happen to be 'fuck a guy before practice instead of meet my boyfriend?'"

I dumped her.

My friend went home with me that day and I literally destroyed her in BO2 (black ops 2). Jesse came by and asked to talk to my friend. They stepped outside to talk, but failed to realize that a window was open next to them. I was only able to hear select words, and by the tone of their voices, they seemed better acquainted than I thought.