stories i’m not proud of – part nine.

When I found out that the cheerleader girl wouldn’t be returning to ASU in the fall, I was ecstatic. I’d have Devin all to myself! But we were both going to our respective homes for the summer and Devin thought it would be best if we took a break. I protested and whined a ton, but eventually agreed that it was for the best. He assured me that we just needed to focus on ourselves over the summer and would be right back together in the fall.

So the summer passed and we both had our fun – together and separately. I met and hung out with a few guys and Devin and I even visited each other a couple of times.Β Once we got back to campus in August, I assumed Devin and I would get right back into the swing of things. That had been the plan.

Everything was perfect for the first week or so. We missed each other so we were inseparable and he practically moved into my place. Since the cheerleader was no longer in the picture, I thought I had nothing to worry about.

Devin always hung out with his friends outside one of the gyms and one day after class, I walked over there to meet him. Devin was sitting up on a concrete wall and a girl was standing in front of him, between his legs. She was a freshman from California and her parents had gotten her a boob job for graduation.

I stopped and Devin looked at me, smiling. He made no attempt to move at all. The girl, who had an old person name like Martha or something, turned to look at me while sucking down a smoothie.

“Devin,” I said in a whiney voice. “Come here.”

He threw his head back frustratedly and guided Martha out of his way by her shoulders. He took his time walking toward me.

When he finally reached me, Devin said, “Hey, baby.”

“Who is that?” I asked.

“Oh my God, would you stop?” Devin groaned. “I’m not in the mood.”

“I’m not either. Who is that?” I repeated.

“Someone who probably won’t question my every fucking move.”

I glared at him.

“Bye,” he dismissed me, walking away.

I left, but sent him a ton of texts telling him that Martha could have him and I was done with his shit and never wanted to see him again and etc.

That night, Devin showed up at my apartment while I was in bed. I opened the door and he said, “Are you feeling better?” while walking past me to my room. He just assumed he was allowed in and I guess his assumption was correct.

So things were back to normal for a little bit. They probably were hooking up at the time, but I was too stupid to do anything about it.

A few weeks later, I went home for the weekend. When I got back to campus, I realized immediately that something had gone down over the weekend. Martha changed her profile picture on Facebook to one of her and Devin canoodling and I could not get a hold of him at all. It was like I left for the weekend and stopped existing all together.

Eventually, I decided to go see him at the gym. He was sitting outside with a few friends just like I knew he would be and actually smiled when he saw me. He pulled me onto his lap and kissed me.

I pulled away slightly and narrowed my eyes at him.

“Why are you in Martha’s profile picture? Like what the fuck?” I asked.

Devin’s eyes darkened and he didn’t say anything for a moment.

“You’re so annoying,” he scoffed. “I’m so sick of this bullshit.”

See how quickly he flipped it on me? I probably could have found a better way to approach him, but really, he was the guilty one, not me.

“If you want to pursue something with Martha, that’s cool, but just know that I won’t be around after you’ve had all your fun with a freshman,” I said. Even though Martha was only a year younger, she was a freshman and that was taboo for a reason.

“I don’t want to deal with your shit,” Devin said, pointing at me with both hands. “This isn’t about Martha, this is about you trying to dictate my life. Fuck that.”

Devin scooched me off his lap and stood up. About a week passed and I only reached out to Devin twice. Whatever. I wasn’t going to chase him (this time). I ran into Martha at a party and she was trashed and carrying a plastic jug while wearing just a bikini.

“Reese!” she exclaimed. “I’m so sorry about the misunderstanding with Devin. Are you okay? I feel so bad.”

Can you imagine a little freshman telling you that they felt bad for you? The nerve.

“No need to feel bad for me. Devin must not have told you why we broke up?” I replied.

She smirked. “He said it’s because you’re effing insane.”

I gave her a sympathetic smile. “No. His mom called me.” I rolled my eyes here for drama. “To warn me that he’d left his wart cream at home. He has genital warts, you know?”

Martha gave me a skeptical look. “No he doesn’t.”

“Uh, yes he does. And notice that he always gets cold sores? They’re all signs of the beginning stages of herpes and it’s the state when they’re the most contagious. Him leaving his medicine at home just shows his social irresponsibility.” I was pulling all this out of my ass, but Martha’s face was priceless. I walked away as I knew the damage was done. Devin did get cold sores sometimes which helped my story.

I knew the moment Martha confronted Devin about his fake herpes because he blew my phone up. It was hilarious. I texted him, “Busy. What’s up?” but he would not stop calling me.

Martha sent him packing and imagine how stupid I looked when we basically got back together a week later? Idiot.

Sorry this post is so short. I’m going away for the weekend and I haven’t packed or prepared at all. Stuff is just weird right now. I wish things were back to normal, but they aren’t. I’ll explain what’s going on Monday hopefully. Bye!

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7 thoughts on “stories i’m not proud of – part nine.

  1. Anna says:

    I truly hope that going away for the weekend isn’t going away to visit this douche-nozzle. You aren’t thirty yet, right? Meaning this happened not that long ago. Just a few years. He’s in LA? That place certainly doesn’t exactly fine-tune one’s moral compass.Especially for those who were questionable to begin with and, unless you’re exaggerating, this guy was. Here’s hoping you’re going home to visit friends in TX.

    • nope, I’m not going to see him although I am going to LA. but i’m going with my mom and I don’t even think he will be in town.

  2. Sarbear says:

    The more of this blog I read, the sadder I feel for you. I really do think individual counseling to work on some of your self esteem stuff in relationships would be a good idea. There seems to be a lot of repeats in terms of drama being a constant or necessity, and you treating yourself and other women horribly while alternating between hero-worshipping and demonizing guys. I really hope you learn to love and respect yourself fully, and then you can reciprocate that kindness to the world around you. It would be a lot of hard work and painful grpwth, but I think your reality would look so incredibly different if you made the effort. I’ve been there, and it gets better, but only if you work hard as hell to make it so.

    Best wishes.

  3. e says:

    I hope you have fun with your mom and DO NOT SEE HIM πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ he is πŸ’©

    at least you’ll be home soon with Brady and tucker 😊 and hopefully things will be a bit better then, best of luck!

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