Night of Shame

I planned a bonfire with Sally, unbeknownst to my friend Sam, who is probably fucking her brains out right.....now.

Anyhow, I showed up with some friends, and it already looked grim: Sally was there, her Ex, his Friends, and this annoying girl who looks like a penguin.

"Great," I thought. We'll have a fun ass time, all 7 of us, and I'll be able to mack on her while she sits on her Ex's lap.

Sam finds out about the bonfire and makes his appearance after more friends have showed up. If I didn't say this earlier, Sam is planning to hook up with Sally, today, and this was yesterday. So Sam says what's up to me, etc, and then he sees Sally.

He sees that Sally is drunker than an Indian that fell headfirst into a bucket of whiskey, and he gets excited.

"Oh boy, I'm about to get ym dick sucked!" Then he realizes I'm right there, and that I still like Sally a lot, and "apologizes".

"Oh my bad man," He sees me take a sip of my drink and says, "Yeah, there you go. Drown your sorrows." I got pissed and told him to fuck off.


Later I pull Sam aside and tell him why this is so hard for me. If it had been any other guy that swooped in on her, I would've been sad, but able to recuperate. The fact that Sam is that guy is all the more sickening. I also told him why I care so much, partly because I'm infatuated with her and partly because I want to leave highschool with at least a first kiss to put on my resume. He respectfully understood, and said he felt bad.

I looked at her, and she was a drunken fool. Then she comes up to us, sobbing, and says, "I'm so sorry for everything, I just, I just don't want you to hate me," and I was genuinely disturbed.

"No, no, it's fine, don't worry about it!" I pleaded, not understanding what she was talking about. Then she walked away and moaned and laughed and did all sorts of stupid shit, and that's when I remembered Michael's quote:

"Sally is not a romantic. She doesn't understand the concept, she prefers brief flings and romances, and she won't love you back; not like you love her"

From there it all went downhill. I decided to walk away from the group, sit down, pull my hoody over my eyes, and drink myself into submission.

Friends came over to me, trying to make me feel better. I was defeated, totally and entirely, like somebody took my will to live and crushed it in their hands.


Sally even came up to me, pulled my hoody from out of my face and asked me what's wrong, babbling and such. I didn't say anything, I just stared out misrebly into the distance.


Then she put the hoody over my eyes and forgot about me.