We can start with high school. I was the girl who had a small group of friends. I hung out with the nerds, the Goth kids, the art freaks and the stoners. Freaks & Geeks. I was a bit scantily clad, I got sent home from school one day in grade nine for wearing a shirt that was ‘too inappropriate’. My Science teacher Mrs. G said that I couldn’t come back until I put on a sweater. So as you could probably guess I didn’t have many girlfriends, but I got quite a bit of attention from the guys. I dated a bit in high school, but relationships never lasted over a month. I would tease them intently, but never give them so much as a kiss. So they would eventually ‘kick me to the curb’ a saying that I am glad died out with high school! What a brutal expression, but luckily I never really liked any of the boys from high school. They were more for amusement purposes.
There was one guy from school, the most popular guy in school, captain of the football team, very good-looking, he asked me to date him. We dated for a total of 3 weeks. He was completely smitten with me, I even let him kiss me. I was never really interested in him though, he was more of a ‘because I can’ boyfriend. None of the popular girls liked that he was dating me, they told him to break up with me, and he told them to fuck off. He even started being nice to my friends, whom he routinely made fun of for being outcasts. He was trying to change his image to make me happy. Sadly, for him, nothing he would ever do could make me like him the way he liked me. So when I got bored with him around 3 weeks after him asking me out, I started to avoid and ignore him. I finally answered one of his millions of phone calls and told him that he was ‘kicked to the curb’.
There were a few other boys, one I met in a mall too. We had a ‘meet you at the mall on Saturdays and flirt on the phone’ relationship. That lasted quite a while, I think it was about 2 months. I think his name was Matt, but I don’t remember, for some reason I remember his cousin’s name was Shane. Shane was dating my friend Amy, also a ‘mall relationship’. That was fun while it lasted, we toyed with them, they toyed with us. I told Matt that I had cancer and only had a few months left to live. He believed me. I thought it was funny, but then he told his mom and she got on the phone with me and was like “That is a very serious illness if you are lying to my son I do not want you talking to him anymore! I want to speak with your mother.” I guess I was the only one who thought it was funny, well, Amy probably thought it was funny too. So I broke up with Matt for being non-humorous, and Amy did the same with Shane. It was a break-up pact.
I remember having a few of those pacts in high school. There were a lot of ‘if I break up with my boyfriend then you have to break up with yours’ deals going on. We used to break up in notes during class too. It was a classic, “You’re kicked to the curb!” note. Short and sweet, might be the wrong expression, but you catch my drift. It wasn’t so harsh, everyone did it in high school.
Then there were the many boys who already had girlfriends, they were my number one interest. I made them and their girlfriends very aware that I was interested. I wouldn’t quit until they broke up with their girlfriends to be with me. Of course when that finally happened I immediately lost interest. I would tell them no, I don’t want a boyfriend. It would make them so mad and amuse me so much! I felt great. I am actually surprised that I didn’t get my ass kicked by the girls in high school. I’ve been threatened plenty though! I have even gotten death threat notes in my locker. “I will cut you like a fish” (Keep in mind, this was YEARS ago, it was around when Scream came out. It should have said ‘gut’ you like a fish, but the chick was a dumbass and got the quote wrong! Geez, I’m getting old.) I got a lot of “Stay away from my boyfriend or else!” There was even a teacher that was ‘friends’ with the popular girls so she would make me sit on the opposite side of the classroom of whoever I was going after at the time. Now when the teachers get involved in your scandals, you know you’re hitting a nerve, and it’s working.
Everyone in school thought I was a slut, but I really only kissed a couple boys thus far. I didn’t mind though, I liked the attention. One of the boys who I went after was another very popular, football player. He was dating a really pretty, popular girl in school with big boobs. He was the first one who didn’t put up with my games. There was one day when we were alone in the stairway and he pushed me into the corner and forced his hand down my pants. I was 15, he was 16. He was 6’ tall and a huge football player, and I was 5’2 and barely 100lbs. There was seriously nothing I could do, I kicked him in the shins and he just laughed. Thankfully it didn’t last too long because another person started coming up the stairs. I got away from him, but it ended up turning into an everyday thing where he would corner me somewhere and touch me. Eventually I started to not hate it so much, and then started to like it. That is where my masochism began. He broke up with his girlfriend and started dating me (quite a while later, We started dating when I was 16). I stayed with him for 5 years, and even moved across the country to be with him after he cheated on me and told me not to move there for him. I became unhealthily obsessed and dependent on him, I let him control me, body and mind. And I loved every minute of it.
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