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James finally decided to tell me he was seeing someone, I acted surprised cause well what the hell? I kinda stalked him. As he was tell me about her I grew this hate for her, just cause well I was right in front of him, there was so many signs? Why couldn't he see I loved him? From this day I knew I was going to treat him differently.. I mean I had to, I didn't have much of a choice. Every day I forced myself to love him less, and every day that grew more of a challenge to see him with that bitch I hated it. She was so not his type and I'm not just saying that because I'm being jealous but out of all the girls that he has dated she was really not his type or I mean the girls I'm used to him seeing or the girls he used date? Totally not her. She was way older than him she was like 18 I think. Keep in mind we were 16, she had tattoos all over her body and so many piercings, she had no respect for herself, she would wear see-through leggings with colorful thongs just so everyone can see.  She was your high school THOT, ratchet if you want to say . I was kind of surprised that he was attracted to that but then again I didn't believe him on why he didn't grow feelings for her, she lived in his complex they were literally right across from each other there together every single day, it's hard not to grow love for someone when you see them every single day. Anyway while he was dating her I decided to do my own thing and give this guy a chance we had been talking for at least a couple weeks when I hear that he gets his ex pregnant, I remember I was in my 6 period When I got the text message. His close friend had told me what happened he had been acting weird and would try to avoid me and the things he would tell me weren't  adding up. After everything I had just been going through all the hurt everything you had to see at school I just burst out crying, and trust me I'm not a crier I was strong but I was just so hurt I couldn't take it anymore. James sees me and try's  comforting me an asks me what's wrong but of course I'm not gonna tell him the whole story. I told him what I had to tell him, he feels bad and just walks me to my next class. After that class and that he walks me to my bus, he was such a good friend for that and I know he didn't have to do that and that's why I love him so much for that, when I get home I go on Twitter and I tweet "So thankful for the best friend that I have he did his part and treating me like a princess".