An Evil Girl Story From Our Brother in the North
By Pat Book
It all started about three years ago when I was in the eleventh grade. I played football then (but never really dug it, I’m not much of a jock) and I had sustained a fairly serious leg injury, thus I was forced to use crutches at school for a few weeks. During this time, I met the girl of my dreams. After pining after her for a few months, I asked her out and we went out for about a month before she ended it, saying we were "better as friends". I was suitably heartbroken, considering the short amount of time we were together, but I always felt like we were destined for something more, and so I was quite upset.
Because of this, I drew away from friends and started to keep to myself a little more, thinking of ways to get her back. It was during this time that the evil girl entered my life. Her name was Janelle, and this begins my long and disturbing tale. She was one of those people that puts on airs of having a perfect life with absolutely no problems at all. I know now that these are some of the most fucked up people on the planet.
She seemed genuinely concerned about what was troubling me so very much, and with her help I began to work through it. We became very close, talking all the time, cutting classes to help each other out with relationship problems. At the time, she was dating an older guy. They started dating when he was sixteen and she was fourteen. She told everyone that everything with them was perfect when it wasn't, but she didn't even tell me that at the time.
Eventually, she began to get a little too close to me at times and I wasn't sure what was going on. There was a little but of unacknowledged sexual tension between us, and one day while we were walking down the hall on our way to a class, she threw me up against the wall and kissed me. To say the least, it was surprising...
That night we went out for coffee to discuss what was happening between us. During this time, she told me that she wanted to dump her current boyfriend and further develop our relationship, just not right away. I was very foolish, and figured that was okay with me, so we just became one of those couples made of two idiots, one who was playing the other and one who didn't realize they were being played. We made out all the time, but she wouldn't call it anything. Or rather, she'd call us "friends who kiss sometimes". I can't believe I went along with something that ridiculous.
But I did, and soon we began to get heavier, so she called it off with her boyfriend and committed to me. What I didn't know at the time (but would soon find out) was that she had actually been engaged to him. And she still played me. How weak is that?
So for nine whole months I was blinded by lust (she was borderline nympho, and trust me, it's not as great as you might think it is) and couldn't see how she was treating me shabbily, using me for her own various pleasures, keeping me away from my friends, and driving me deeper and deeper into a shallow depression. For two weeks before she ended it, she gave me the cold shoulder, trying her best not to talk to me or see me, if she could avoid it. Despite this, she decided not to cancel a trip we had planned to take out to her grandmother's farm, which was probably the worst two days of my life. When she broke up with me after nine months, I didn't feel a thing. I wondered why, as she didn't give me a reason, but I felt no sense of loss. I found out a week later that she had been cheating on me, and she was also getting involved in an Internet relationship with a guy in Toronto. How bad is that? Dumped for a phone line....
Needless to say, I was right pissed off. I tried my best to ignore her, and it wasn't hard considering how she'd treated me. After a few months of very small talk being our biggest amount of communication, she asked me to go shopping with her for a day. Against my better judgment, I did, and after a few hours I was ready to kill her or myself, whichever came first. I dropped her off at home and she asked me what I was thinking. So I told her straight to her face, looking in her eyes, "You make me sick. I regret every moment I’ve ever spent with you." And I drove away.
From the time we broke up until about six months ago, she dated about 7 guys. Every time she broke up with one of them, she would try to get back in my good books, no matter what I said to the contrary. One time I told her everything that was wrong with her; she said a while later that I had been right and that she'd changed. I didn't care. Yippee for you. When she tried it for the last time, I got so fed up that she was still trying to blame our breakup on me when she was the one who cheated and never told me, I told her that I never wanted to speak to her again. And I pretty much haven't.
Then, shortly after that, she started dating a close friend of mine. Others thought it was to get back at me for whatever it was that she thought that I did, and I agreed. He ended it much quicker than I did, which was fortunate.
Shortly after THAT I found out from a good friend of mine who happens to work with this heinous bitch that she was spreading slanderous rumours about me: that I had gotten her pregnant and she miscarried (literally impossible) TWICE...that I was telling people things about her that weren't true...that I was trying to ruin her reputation (half true - she ruined it, I was just making sure everyone knew about it)...
Now we're both in university, going to the same school and I see her every now and then. If I was a worse person, I would spit on her, but I’m not.
That's my brush with evil. Because of it, I haven't dated anyone or even come close in almost a year and a half. I'm only now starting to emerge from my world of hurt and mistreatment. I've found girls that are sweet, decent people, and hopefully I’ll find one that will treat me right.
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