When I was 13, I was a hardened criminal

Uninteresting story of a love triangle.

I entered 8th grade with absolutely no idea what to expect, but as time ran its course I found myself standing at the neck of a yellow wood where two roads diverged. I had to choose between my best friend of 2 years or a girl I had met just a few weeks prior.
Naturally, being the honorable man that I am, I chose the girl or the road most commonly undertaken :)

In my defense, what I did was provoked by nothing at all really. I just thought this girl was too cute to handle, being 13 and all.

NOW RIGHT ME IF I AM WRONG but am I really the asshole here? I entered the classroom for the first time knowing no one except Jack who had been my bus mate since grade 6. All 42 faces sized me up and down as I walked in, like I was some sort of zoo animal and I couldn’t wait to get away from these nosy pedestrians. I sat next to Jack, and noticed that some girls were still gazing in our direction, particularly this girl of my dreams. She was looking our way and smiling, and in that moment I knew, she’s the love of my life. (She really wasn’t but at that time I used to check my mom’s emails incase Hogwarts had sent anything so yea, I was borderline delusional.)

During the first four lessons before recess, I was in deep contemplation on how to get a conversation started with her. I eventually settled on stealthily nudging my way towards her desk and accidentally dropping my pen near her table. Once the bell rang to imply recess, my masterplan was in motion. Although I faced various obstacles, like this one kid named Aaron who asked me my name and my favorite subject and if I liked Ronaldo or…..DUDE. Read the room. Get out of my way peasant. I had finally made it, just behind her desk and my pencil suddenly with no propulsion of its own, flew out of my hands and landed right beside her. I tapped her on the back, gently and she turned towards me, and without even enquiring about why I had tapped her, said. HI, what’s HIS name???? (Pointing at jack).

My world exploded.
Two months later they were dating. A month after that they broke up. That’s sooooo sad man, I hope you are doing alright I tell Jack, feeling euphoric.

At this particular moment in time, Jack was asking me all kinds of advice on how to get her back. I would often impart incredible nuggets of wisdom onto him. Once, I even convinced him to write her a note highlighting every single thing he found wrong with her and concluding it with, but I still like you 😊. For some odd reason she never really appreciated this gesture.

Another month passes by and she had moved on considerably while Jack is still hungover. But there had been a hideously exciting development. She was talking to me MORE and laughing at all the things I said. While we engaged in rapturous discussions of the amazing spider man, she actually twirled her hair and giggled. As you may have concluded by now, dear reader, I was as dumb as a brick.

I devised a strategy to appeal to both parties. I told Jack that I would not just act as a wingman, but as the entire airline for him and convince Rose that he deserved a second chance. Simultaneously I worked up the courage to ask her out on a cafeteria date and she said yes. Things progressed marvelously between us and Jack asked me if she’s softening. I replied in the affirmative but advised him to not rush in too early.

Now I don’t know EXACTLY when Jack found out, Rose and I were in a relationship but it was probably when she hugged me right outside our bus, and planted a kiss on my cheek. Our bond deteriorated to the relevance of a shriveled prune and of course I broke up with Rose in the months that followed.

What a load of crap Keanu!

My final take way from this sequence of events would be,
Narcissism is bad and dating your best friend’s ex is generally frowned upon.
The more you know!