EPTThere are too many emo blogs around here. Should I talk to this girl, this girl won't talk to me, I followed this girl around why wouldn't she talk to me anymore, this girl used me but I love her, oh my god my pencil just broke, etc, etc.
So here's a story to fight all of that emo bullshit.
So here's a story to fight all of that emo bullshit.
I was 16. (Just so you stop telling me to stop drinking - 4 years have past, alright?)
There was a girl on my class who had a crush on me. I would turn around and catch her huge blue eyes staring at me all the time. She was pretty cute, but I was pretty virgin so I didn't really thought of it as an occasion. She wasn't pretty enough to make me want to take the leap and quit my bad boy act to nervously talk my way into her pants (or heart).
She's however the source of the emo part of my story : after drooling over me and dragging me to her house once after a class trip, I eventually developped a crush on her. But then I became stupid and romantic, the problem being that she was a slut and she probably just wanted to fuck. Everyone knew that she was a slut involved in a couple of shady hippie stories, everyone but me : to me, she was pure, the chosen one who would bring and end to my loneliness, the one who would join me in my ivory tower. But me becoming a loving virgin made her lose all interest.
END of the emo part. Now comes the time of BLOOD and VODKA.
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Please note that while I'm not talking about her in this story, I'm currently dating one of the girls of that class, who was one of the hottests and smartests girls around. It's been two years. But that's another story.
Fast forward a couple of weeks. A weird girl in my class was throwing a party, and everyone was invited. Mind you, it was a weird group of people : some were just odd (some wannabe junkies), some were hardcore bookworms/future otakus, a few were "normal" and 4 or 3 were truely interesting people. But everyone was nice, even though we didn't get along that well in such a feminine environment (we were 7 boys to 20 girls). I was one of the weird kids, kind of a loner, but at the same time I was one of the smartests kids in school and pretty buff to boot, probably a badass in the bookworms' eyes - they really liked me, while I would act all snobbish and superior around them.
So it's a very shitty time, and it's a very shitty day (I don't remember why) and - lo and behold... I have a zit on my nose. Just one. Small, but on the middle of it. I still head to the party because I want to confess to that girl and well I wasn't that self-conscious.
Me and two friends get to the party, everything's fine. I start drinking beer (I hate beer), we're having fun, cool, usual party stuff. I believe some of the bookworms get flirty with me, but I'm like heeell naw, some business needs to be taken care of. "She" is in the kitchen, almost alone, and so I head there, somehow confess, and she rejects me with a stupid excuse I don't remember anymore ("I'm not ready" or something like that).
(Yeah we're in fastforward mode.)
At this point, I'm like, oh okay fine, it's fine really. I leave the kitchen, tell my friend I've been rejected, and being the good friend he is he takes me outside with the boys to have a drink and rant about how she's a bitch and whatnot. I'm drinking more and more, at this point I don't give a fuck about the party. We hang out outside a little, becoming more and more stupid as minutes pass by (do a barrel roll! type of behaviour) then head back inside.
Now, I don't remember the rest really well, so there will be blanks between events.
I'm upstairs, a good friend of my friend is feeling bad. She can't drink with the medication she's taking, so the sips of champagne she had were enough to make her throw up in the toilets for a good 10 minutes. We take care of her, flush the toilet, get her into a room so she can rest, and my friend calls her mother. I head downstairs in a pretty bad fucking mood, and people are playing this drinking game where you have to make a certain sign with your hands, and then your neighbour adds a sign, and so on, and the loser drinks a shot of Vodka. I sit down with them, they try to teach me the rules but I don't even answer much, they just tell me to watch and learn. tl;dr I drink my shot of Vodka. It makes my neighbours laugh, oh no you're cheating blablabla, and they pour a second shot for me. And I'm like, fuck this shit, I drink it again and head back upstairs.
Now, there's this asian girl who's obviously got some huge self-confidence issues, and she's crying on the floor. Like, for no reason. She just drank too much and it made her feel bad. I sit down with her and take her in my arms to confort her, even though I don't really know her and I actually don't really like her. I start talking like a damn prophet, telling her people don't matter, that in life we're on our own, that "we" need to fight against "them", but she's still crying (and not answering) so I leave to check on my sick friend. She needs water, so I head somewhere and take something filled with water, and give it to her almost as if I was Jesus (my friend always remembered this part, it still cracks him up after 4 years). People are being really loud downstairs, having a really good time, and it pisses me off.
I snap.
I rush down the stairs : "TURN THE FUCKING VOLUME DOWN!!"
Everyone looks at me.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, PEOPLE ARE DYING UP HERE, FUCK YOU ALL FUCKING FUCKS"
I then punch the wall a couple of times, pretty hard. There is now blood on the walls and on my hands. Did anyone say buzzkill?
*blank*
I'm at the front door, talking to a random woman who's waiting with her car. I tell her about how alcohol is a terrible thing, and that youth today isn't what it used to be. My crush appears and enters the car, it was her mother. They leave with an awkward smile.
*blank*
People are leaving the party, my friend asks me if I want to leave. Okay, we're leaving, and two girls are coming with us. I wait a few minutes on the floor, while they say goodbye to everyone, but then fuck it, I just open the door and leave. My friend runs up to me and hands me my jacket, obviously worried. We leave with two classmates, one of the girls being that hottie who's now my girlfriend, and the other is a total weirdo who's freaking out because she's scared I'll hurt someone.
*blank*
We're walking, and I notice two guys walking behind us. My friend and the freaked out girl are walking a few meters away from me and the other girl. I tell my partner : "If they hurt you, I'll kill them."
I turn around, and scream : "IF YOU TOUCH HER, I'LL KILL YOU"
My now illogical brain probably thought it was a good idea to deal a preemptive blow just in case. I snap : "I'M GONNA KILL YOU!!". I tackle one of these strangers.
A very short fight ensues, my friend comes back to intervene, I step back and apologize, a bit confused. My friend explains that I'm not in a very normal state. We resume our journey.
*blank*
The freaked out girl is missing, it's just the three of us. I walk in the middle of the street, and I think I alternate between crying and laughing in a very worrying way. As we pass by a couple, they laugh at my condition, and I snap again "WHAT? WHAT? I'LL FUCK YOU YOU FUCKS" The guys tells me to piss off, then I snap again, and I kneel on the floor (true story), apologizing for everything, I'm sorry, I don't know what I'm doing, I beg your pardon... then I snap again and leave without a word.
*blank*
It's just me and my friend, on the street. I leave my friend.
*blank*
I'm in my bed.
The next morning, my head hurts, my knuckles are swollen and covered in dry blood. I recall the shamful events of the night...
At first I was like "oh no!" but later I was like : "this is a story..." and a good one.
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