Rendezvous
25 September 04 : 03.43 AM
To add on to the previous entry about a girl I'd actually stupidly called friend, I'm going to bitch for the next five paragraphs or so about Esther. Previously, I didn't write her name for the sake of protecting her, or maybe then I'd still believed we were friends, until today, Yvonne told me what Esther had said about me.
I snatch the guys she likes. Note the plural guys. Yup, being the bitchy, self-proclaimed sex goddess, superficial girl that I am, I like to seduce (no, not with lacey lingerie and kinky nookie toys, but what? I don't know) guys that I absolute feel nothing and couldn't care less about, just to show her up. I like to flirt with guys I find repulsive and leave them hanging there and play hard to get. As a matter of fact, they not only have to be unattractive to me, they also have to be guys Esther likes, even though she never tells me who she likes (My powers extend to mind-reading and total human control).
Note that I'd ruined her chances of patching back with her ex-boyfriend, on purpose. I'd deliberately sit alone watching television at a chalet to lure him over to chat with me. Not only that, I would tell him I'm not hungry, when I was, though I'd just eaten, so he'd peel prawns and barbeque chicken wings for me and try to feed me. I'd just play hard to get once again and keep declining, until finally, I'll pretend to just give in to him and take a bite.
Of course, her liking Jon when they never knew each other, was a conspiracy on my part too. To lead her on thinking she had a chance with him while I will act my womanly charms on him to make him fall head over heels for me. Seeing my best friend, the only true friend I thought I had in the world then suffer is of utmost importance to me.
Did I mention I made Shermen ask me out? I put a gun at his temple and threatened that if he did not ask me out, I'd pull the damn trigger. When, I can't remember, but I'm sure I did that. I knew, of course I knew within the depths of my soul that she liked Shermen. I'd be a retard not to know, since she's always tagging with him the way she does with every other guy.
I'm not done yet. Being the loose, cheap slut that I am (just like Sara, from her mouth as told by Marilyn) there's definitely more guys I've tried to work my spells on. I'm into stealing potential boyfriends you see. Especially when Esther likes them.
Want me to let you in on my secrets?
It's easy.
First, you have to not answer their calls. When you do, tell them you're busy. Say you'll call back but never do.
When you receive messages from them, never reply. Only reply when you're bored or when there's actually really something to reply, not What are you doing now?, Hi, how are you?
When they ask you out, always, and I emphasize, always tell them you're not free.
With my advices, and fool-proof flirting techniques, I promise, within two days, you will become a powerful man-magnet! You can snatch anybody's boyfriend, not just Esther's. Money back guaranteed.
Maybe once I stop being pissed, I'll write about how I always tried to salvage our friendship even when she ignores me for no reason. I'll write all about her gifts for me, like the huge balloon with a stuffed toy inside wearing a tee bearing the words I LOVE VICKI one year on my birthday. I'll write about how she was never there for me when Jon and I broke up. I'll write about how she'd came to my house on her own accord to visit me once I was sick. I'll write about all the mean things she'd told people about me while I continue believing we were friends. I'll write all about what a sweet friend she was before popularity took a toll on her.
Maybe. Maybe I'll elaborate once I've snapped out of this. But this time I probably won't, after the -god knows how many-th time, I ought to smarten up.