I remember the day I met him like it was yesterday. It was an overcast day on the beach and we were eating in a local joint. His long dark hair, tan complexion, and brooding brown eyes made me breathless. He had been in my class all year, but I was too scared to speak. He walked up to our table at the restaurant with his friends, to see if we wanted to skim board. Obviously we hurried our waitress and went with them.
I was beyond scared to say a word to him. He spoke a sentence or two to me, nothing special. As the day proceeded, nothing happened at all. He pretended not to care, as well as I did. Making him jealous I decided to go out with his best friend. Apparently that made him spark some interest. The relationship didn't even exceed a week; but who cares it caught his attention. It took him like a few months to finally get the interest and nerves up to finally ask me out, "Do you, uhm, maybe want to see a movie or something, with me?" We all know I said "YES!" Nervously, I got in the car after the big soccer match to tell my mom about my new boyfriend, she wasn't very thrilled.
With every right to be concerned, he ended up on probation the same week we started dating. He didn't even tell me, my best friend did; and yet he was mad at me for finding out. That should have been the first red flag. But sadly, it wasn't.
As the relationship continued, I got a phone call from a close friend, "Hey, how is your boyfriend?", so of course I responded, " we're really great, he's an amazing guy." My friend continued to tell me, "he's cheating on you, I just thought you should know." Of course, I asked him his side of the story. "Oh, I met her at the beach, she found my number and wont leave me alone." I believed him, being the fool I was.
Finding out again that he was with the same girl, we fought until he ran away. His friends finally found him, he had been calling this other girl all night trying to stay with her after the fight. Girl number 2, which should have obviously been a true sign. I was so blinded by his beauty and quirk, I couldn't see the truth. I was in love, something I had never felt before. Sadly, I ended up moving thinking our time was over. He ended up moving with me, he lived in our home for a month before finding his own.
I had a gut feeling I should have left him behind, but I couldn't. We continuously fought off and on the next few months, trying to adjust to the new situation. But he couldn't help himself, he was a natural born liar, a scam artist of sorts. I forgave him day after day, thinking he was finally going to change. Boy, was I wrong; It got worse. He came with me to the beach for spring break, being so in love I was beyond excited. Too bad he left his computer on. I was on my Facebook and his Skype popped up. There was yet another girl. I read throughout the conversations of "You're the most amazing girl I have ever met." to calling her baby.
He was caught in his fantasy world, and yet he still lied. "Oh, that was my friend using my Skype. promise. I would never do that to you.". Five minutes later, "I got in to deep, drug dealers made me Skype her because I couldn't pay them back." Excuse me, drug dealers? I couldn't take all of the lies anymore so I picked up his new laptop and threw it at the wall. "I hate you, I don't care how you get home or if you make it home." My mom was ready to send him on a bus ride home. Once again, I gave him another chance.
I spent $200 on a music festival ticket for him, I was checking out of school early to go to the festival. I kissed him bye and as I was about to leave he jumped in the car with my best friend at the time. I told him I didn't want him in the car with her. I didn't trust either of them together. They ended up at the mall, she called me after saying, "He doesn't love you, he thinks your obsessive and fat." I was in my friends room with a group of people, I broke down crying. I spoke to him and he denied he even went to the mall. Then, called back saying he did go, but she was the one talking about me.
Great best friend and boyfriend, I know. We talked for a while, finally concluding the recent event in a good place. He called me while I was at Waffle House with my friends that night, mad because I was with my two girl friends. I told him I loved him and would call back, he responded " aw that's cute," hanging up the phone immediately. I remember that feeling like a stab to the heart. Saying "aw that's cute" to someone who said they loved you. The next day he showed up for the festival, high on acid. Of course, I was beyond angry with him. He ran away from me because he knew how upset I was. Somehow him doing acid was my fault.
Apparently, he had $1,000 worth of cocaine taken from him. His best friend told me, and of course my boyfriend at the time was mad. Being conniving like he is, he threw my $100 Free People shirt out of his bag. Knowing it was my favorite. At the time, he told us someone must have stolen it from his bag. Why we believed him, I don't know. A week after the festival I was on my way back from the beach, my boyfriend called wanting to make plans because it was our Two and a half year anniversary. I told him I had no idea if I would make it home in time, but I would try.
At midnight I got a phone call saying "I don't love you anymore, I haven't for a long time. I think of you as a sister, nothing more." I felt my heart stop, shattering into a million jagged pieces. I was used for a music festival ticket, his response was, "I waited until midnight so it wasn't our anniversary anymore. I was being nice." After several months of heart break, school was back in session and we finally became friends. He said he missed me and still loved me. At first I was excited to hear it; but then, I remembered what he did to me. He lied, cheated, told me his family was dead that really wasn't, and broke me.
