I have two stories, one really sad, and one really stupid. I'll post Stupid later.
The saddest story I have:
I really, really liked a boy I knew in middle and high school. Let's call him "Scott." Scott was (seemingly) a sweetheart to me. He was cute and polite, and I really thought he was a good guy.
Well. He had a girlfriend for a couple years who was not very bright and not very kind, but foolish me thought he was just holding out for someone like me. He also had friends who tormented me in school, but I told myself that that was his friends, not him. So, after he broke up with her, I started flirting with him and he would flirt back.
One day, my sister's best friend took me aside and said, "Violinp, Scott doesn't like you. He's only flirting with you as a joke. I heard him talking about it with his friends." It both made no sense and complete sense at the same time. He'd never really been interested in me until a few months ago, and his friends could have put him up to it for a laugh.
I refused to ever speak to him again, even when he tried to chase me down, and I never spoke about him again in school except for one time when one of his friends tried to talk to me about it. I was not an Ehellion at the time, nor did I behave like one to this guy
Were you the one who liked Scott? (He couldn't remember if it was me or my sister? Really?)Me:
I did, and I don't want to talk about him.Friend:
Because he's a (redacted)!Friend:
Ask him! *storms off*
I found out from my sister, after we graduated, that Scott really did like me. She said she'd seen him looking at me leave in a way a guy only does when he likes a girl, and it wasn't in places where he would need to impress people. I was heartbroken, knowing I'd probably never see him again, and all I'd done for two years was essentially giving him the cut direct without even telling him why, when he'd done nothing wrong.
Now that I look on the situation, though, I can see it better. He was popular, and wanted to keep being popular, so he acted like I didn't mean much to him so he could look good to his friends. While I can understand that, I don't have much sympathy for that. If his popularity meant more to him than the girl he liked, then we never really could have made it work in high school - he was too worried about what people thought about him and I was too unworried about what people thought of me. Also, the fact that he was friends with people who made my school life hell really should've been my dealbreaker - if he thought keeping the friendship of that kind of person was important, then what in hell was I doing trying to be his girlfriend?