It’s a super creepy story.
When I started 10th grade, a young handsome Mexican guy was hired as a History teacher at my high school, he was around 25-years-old. Let’s call the new teacher “Frosty” (in the spirit of Christmas). Frosty’s younger brother was a 10th grader like me, we played together on the school’s soccer team. Frosty would always be a chad around campus, and be the cool teacher that everyone liked.
I started noticing around the end of 10th grade that like 25% of the 10th grade foids kept talking about how “cute” Frosty was. One white foid, let’s call her “Sponge” (she had a “squishy” face) - really liked Frosty, and talked about how cute he was. I vividly remember this, and it occurred way back in 2006 -2007.
Fast forward to 2012 - I am an adult now, and I am catching up with an old teammate of mine from high school. He confirms my suspicion, “Sponge fucked Frosty”, he told me.
I wasn’t in the least bit surprised, I was just disgusted - not because Sponge was like 16, but because Sponge was such a bitch to me, yet she was fucking a teacher.
Fast forward to 2018 - I am at the park, coping by playing basketball by myself like a loser. Some normies see me, and ask me to join their pickup game of basketball. I swear - Frosty was on the opposing team. Frosty didn’t recognize me, I guess because he has seen so many faces as a teacher he forgets some. Anyway, my team lost the basketball game to Frosty’s team.