Revenge Stories When People Get Way Too Personal

But, lover, catch, desirable man? Nah, not even a little bit. She reaches and gets her phone and shows me the texts where he’s begging her not to tell me what happened and says flat out that, ‘he didn’t mean to try to kiss her, it just happened.’ She asked me if I felt better.

And I did, but I said no because I didn’t know what we were gonna do about Sam. She told me she would talk to Sam herself and told me to come back to bed, so I tried to put it out of my mind and went to sleep.

The next month was the twilight zone. So a few things I did not know; Turns out Dr. Jekyll is definitely Mr. Hyde; and will be referred to as this from here on out. So in order of what I found out a second hand from Nami, Sam, and Clara the mouthy sorority girl who treated me like a pleb, but always sought me out to listen to her gossip.

So we’ll start with, Mr. Hyde has been sleeping his way through that sorority. Like at least seven girls. I’d be impressed if it didn’t definitely make me feel inadequate. Though she assured me Mr. Hyde had not slept with my girl. She accused my girl of being something, I dunno, I had never heard the word at the time, and haven’t heard it since; but it’s apparently a girl who hangs around people with substances so she can bum stuff to smoke.

She’s friendly and flirty, but has no interest in anything but free substances and leaves the moment anyone tries to reciprocate her flirtiness. Which makes me wonder if she had led him on. Though Clara didn’t think so. Though I was warned that Nami’s ex, Kent, who was tall and reasonably handsome but was nerdier than me, was still hanging around trying to find a way out of the friendzone.