In highschool I struggled to get out of the friend zone with this one blonde cum skin Jew girl and I gave up as soon as I realized that she was obsessing over a 6,4 Hispanic chad that I used to call my friend. Within two Months the two of them started dating. One day after I got home from school, I got a knock on my door and looked through the peep hole to see that it was the spic. I opened the door and saw that he was accompanied by his gf... they were asking to chill at my house for a Lil while because they didn’t have anywhere to go. Something immediately felt off because why couldn’t they just go hang out at the park right next to my home or literally anywhere else. They said “it was hot” and they wanted to hang out with me indoors. Bitch we’re all from Florida and they never try to hang out with me so that was bs for sure. I told them I couldn’t let them in and they never left, they just stood there and kept knocking and spamming my phone at the same time. I finally caved in and said fuck it, come on in. I have a one bedroom apartment, I have my own room, and my moms couch/bed is on one side of the living room and the other side has a tv and a couch. We sat down at the couch talking and shit while I played music on the tv, then at one point they moved to my moms bed and started cuddling. As soon as they started kissing I asked them not to do that in front of me and they just told me to turn around and keep playing music. I could hear them making out for 10 minutes on my mother’s fucking bed. What was I gonna do at that point. Later that school year I got pissed at the spic mf for creating a false rumor of me getting cheating on by someone who I wasn’t even dating and had no chance of dating so I slapped him and then got absolutely height mogged in a fight. I can’t believe I haven’t taken my own life yet. Every time I think about those two I get filled with that Patrick Bateman kind of anger fr....
