I've always been surrounded by girls a lot prettier than me. I think my girlfriends were with me just because I was smart and they wern't. They were but not enough to pass a maths exam.
Me on the other hand, I was the a bit chubby shy intelligent girl.
I fell in love for the first time and they were supposed to help me with the whole thing. But well obviously he didn't even see me. He was in love with my hot blonde tall busty thin glamorous best friend Natalie. ( Isn't that one of charlies angels? ARGH! anyways...)
After ... hmmm... a whole year of me bein in love, droolin during class, blushin whenever he looked my way, Natalie comes up to me and says " Kris, I don't think he likes you. But you see, he said he likes me and, well, he doesnt look that bad at all, well, I was... wondering... Would you mind If I went out with him? Oh don't worry It's nothign serious just a f*ck. Is that ok with you?"
She was my best friend and my heart was broken and I was sad and shocked so I just went like: "Oh it's no problem. I' m over him anyway"
I learned to accept the fact that he didnt want me so I kindda got used to the pain. BUT she DID NOT mention they would go at it right infront of me that same weekend at MY party!
I felt like sh*t. Horrible, ugly, dumb and just lame.
Yeh THAT was my story. Its something I never got over and I just felt like sharing. The image as I walked in to the bathroom will hunt me FOREVER. And EVER. And EVER. And for all Eternity.
I never told anyone about this. DAMN! It feels good.