don't tell me what to do

oh yikes

Before you read this chapter, know the part that is in italics was written in November, about a month before I wrote the part not in italics. You may continue.

If you read my last chapter, I congratulate you. Because that means you actually came back to read another chapter after that somber one. But I promise, this chapter will not be the like the last one. Oh no, this one will be much different. And before you ask, no, it's not about boys. Feel free to sigh in relief now. 

This chapter will be touching on the story of a not so great friendship that I can now look back on and roll my eyes for about 3 minutes straight. Basically, I had a friend in 6th grade. Must I continue? I feel like everything in 6th grade was cringey. Oh god, especially the outfits. 

Okay, okay, moving on, there was this girl that I was pretty close with. She had a best friend (I didn't really like her personality but that's not important) and so my best friend and I decided we would sit with them and become buddies with them or whatever. So exciting. 

Well the really exciting part was when this girl decides she really (and I mean really) doesn't like me. So, being a 6th grade, she did the most hurtful thing she could do to me. Snub me. 

Okay, I bet you can imagine where this story went, she didn't like me, she was mean to me, blah blah blah 6th grade drama. Fast forward maybe 2 years? This girl still hates my guts. Keep in mind that at this point, I had distanced my self quite significantly, especially when I heard along the middle school grape vine that she had been talking poorly about my best friend. (So spooky.)

But 2 years later, this girl sent me an entire essay  about her not liking me, why and how she doesn't like me, and why she thought that I didn't like her either. Like no dip smart ass, I don't like you. 

So what my 8th grade self did was not respond, because I thought that would make me superior to her, so I leaped at the oppurtunity to do so. She ended up blocking me on every. single. social media platform she could find of mine. I mean cool, I didn't really want to talk to you anyways I guess. 

Fast forward four years, four. Did I say four years? Yes, four years and I have this girl in one of my classes. I thought considering it had been four years  this girl probably had put aside any "beef" we had in middle school and grow up into a normal human being. Oh my, was I wrong. In high school folks, this child who I spat with in middle school still held resentment towards me. 

Sitting in my little science class with my buddies, I complained that I had a headache. Granted, it was a pretty strong headache, so I asked my friend that I was sitting next to if they had any medicine because I trusted them enough that I believed they wouldn't drug me. The one day this person didn't have medicine, was the day that this chick decided to listen in on my conversations. She turned around in her chair and looked at me. Dead in my little pupils. And said, "I have some." Ahaha, there was no way I was taking 'medicine' from her, because in my eyes, I sure as hell don't trust her enough for that. But thankfully, I didn't have to say a stupid excuse, because this hoe turns back around in her chair. 

Basically, she thought she was being hilarious by saying she had some, but silently saying, I won't give it to you though. And quite frankly, my friend and I did found it hilarious. He had no idea who the hell this girl was or why she was being so rude, but her childish way of trying to hurt me was quite comical.

To this day, she still holds resentment towards me. I didn't kill her puppy, I didn't eat her cat, so why is she still so mad at me? The world may never know. 

I thought this would be a funny story to tell as it is one of those moments from my past that just makes you furrow your brow and say "uhhh" while laughing all at the same time. Hope you enjoyed this tidbit from my life, have a good day/night/thing. I don't assume times or genders. 

I'm in a program at my school called JROTC. I'm sure you've heard of it, but if you haven't, basically it's a military program that high schools have. Every year there's an event that we have called "Military Ball". That's when all the JROTC kids get dressed up to go to a really formal event. It's a lot of fun and basically the respectable version of homecoming. Aka, you can bring a date. Is the connection forming? No? Okay fine, since you insist, I'll explain. 

So, I went with one of my old friends from middle school as a date. He has two best friends. We'll call them bob and john. Bob was taking my best friend as a date. Did I want his head on a spike because of it, sure, but that's besides the point. Then there's John. He also had a date. Oh boy, when I figured out who he was taking, let's just say, I was shocked. I found out maybe thirty minutes before they showed up together. Is it making more sense. No? I know, I'm bad at giving hints. 

Basically, the girl that I had all that beef with (as annoyingly explained in the previous section) was John's date. Tehe. I hadn't seen this girl in a year when she thought she was a comical genius for not helping another human being out. Was I salty? Absolutely not. Am I being sarcastic? Absolutely. 

So later this girl shows up with John and I make the most awkward eye contact with her. But, I'm not about to start anything, so I just smile at her and look away before she has the chance to do so back. I continue on with my life. Throughout the night, people start getting my excited and amped because they're now playing music that we can dance to. And I kid you not, this girl is the same lame ass that she was in the 6th grade. Do you know how many years it's been? Five, in case you lost count. Five years and this girl's personality is the same. Granted she seemed to try to act like a respectable human being to me, but god did she not age. 

Wait, act respectable towards me? Woah, where did that come from. That's exactly what I said to myself. Because I seriously thought this girl was never going to let middle school drama go. But, I think she realized it was about damn time she grew up because she kind of did. But, she still wasn't buddy buddies with me, but hey, progress is always good. 

My best friend, of course, knew about all of this-mainly because I told her all of it when it happened-and I think she also was a little shook about it too. We whispered about it here and there and I think we both thought along the same lines that she grew up some. 

Anyways, we are working on not wringing each others throats, thankfully since it would be weird if we were always mad at each other, but I thought that this story would be interesting to the people outside of my perspective. Well, it probably wasn't but I enjoyed going down memory lane. And how ironic is it that I wrote about her a month before I talked to her again? Coincidence, I think not.