I didn't and still don't have many friends, I think it is because I
am a jerk. I did have a couple of different groups of friends that I
would switch between depending on who was offended by something I did
or said so I could keep the good times rolling. One group of friends
was a Hispanic kid that I had been good friends with in elementary
school but had grown apart from when he got into football and other
sports and my dad wouldn't let me play so we started running in
different crowds but still were on good terms. His mom was white and
had six kids of her own before she had adopted my friend and his
three siblings from an orphanage in Mexico so he had a huge family
before his mom remarried a guy who had lots of kids already too and
then there was some other adoptions and the number of kids got to be
21 if I remember right. By the time we were in high school most of
them had moved out and there were just the four youngest at home and
the two new stepsisters who were, well at least half of them, really
cute. I kind of developed a crush on the cute one that was our age
and thought the feeling might be mutual because I was a bit of an
idiot. She was just flirting in a light and easy way and I was tryign
to seal the deal. I started finding more reasons to hang out at my
sometime estranged friend'd house and invite myself along to evenings
out with his new stepsister. I should have detected that she was not
as in to me as I was in to her because she kept teasing me whenever I
would try and tell her a cool story. When I was done with the story
which had been three minutes long or so she would say, 'I'm sorry
what was that I didn't hear you could you tell me again.' Then I
would tell her again and she would say she didn't hear again until
she finally was laughing way to hard and let me off the hook by
telling me she had just been making fun of me but I never caught on.
Ha ha, yeah. We started hanging out with some other kids and one
night while we were playing pool she was getting awfully hands on
with another boy which was starting to make me nervous. She was
asking for help to line up a shot and grabbing his butt while he was
trying to play and I was too oblivious to just chalk up the loss and
walk away. Then I heard they had been making out and I was starting
to think that I might have needed to make my move just a little
sooner. Like an idiot I told someone that I didn't like that kid
because he stole my girlfriend. Which implied that my friend's
step-sister had at one point been my girlfriend which was not
strictly or even loosely the case. That blabber mouth told lots of
people what I had said and It got back to my fake girlfriend and her
real boyfriend and, well honestly, it was not my proudest moment
being teased about how she couldn't remember being my girlfriend and
that I must have dreamed it. So what if I did? So flipping what? I
was too embarrassed to go back over to my friends house for a bit
until the parents marriage didn't work out and the girls moved on to
live somewhere else with their dad or mom . Somewhere that my stupid
lamely false claims of being romantically wronged could no longer
harm me.
