First, a little back story: the antagonist of this story (let us call her UDB) and I were acquaintances and then friends for a year or so. UDB had a horrible track record with guys; she was THAT girl. That one girl that EVERYONE knows. The girl who thrives on male attention and bounces from guy to guy because she needs to feel loved. Before long, she showed interest in my best friend and I tried to persuade both of them that dating would be a bad idea; yet, no one listens to me.
Eventually (read: three months later) their relationship collapsed in a rather messy manner. Without going into details and a lengthy tangent, I was left to choose between the two of them. Obviously I chose my best friend (I had wanted to spend less time with UDB for a while, but the best friend/BF insisted I be nice to her while they were dating). At some point during all this she left her watch at my house and this is where the story begins.
UDB told all of our mutual friends that I was keeping her watch from her and, “Tell her I want my damn watch back now.” Indeed. Mind you, she never even tried to get a hold of me. I tried calling her many times, but her number was changed (no one had the new number). I would have just dropped it by her and her parent’s house, but I knew she was going to be out of state for a summer program and didn’t want to leave it on her porch for Lord knows how long. I knew I would be seeing her at the end of the summer, so I thought, “No biggie, I shall give it to her then. I think I’ll say I’m sorry that everything happened the way it did, because this hostility is lame.”
This plan was all well and good until last night. Let me set the scene: 11:30 PM on a Sunday night. I’m awake in the back of the house, but all the interior lights are off-hell, all the exterior lights are off. Now, allow me to address her:
What the fuck is your problem? Were you raised by wolves? No wait, that is an insult to wolves! Honestly, who the fuck rings someone’s doorbell on a Sunday night at almost midnight?
I mean, I guess it would make sense if you saw people in the living room – no fuck that! It would have been completely uncalled for even then. Not only did you ring the bell once, you rang it THREE TIMES. You woke up my dad (who is pissed off at me now) and made me freak out thinking something was wrong because someone was ringing my doorbell at fucking 1130!
Why couldn’t you call? Why the hell couldn’t you come earlier in the day? Fuck that! Why couldn’t you come the next day?
Oh and don’t you dare tell our acquaintances that you apologized to me for showing up that late (which you have already done). You said, “Yeah um…like…sorry if I like woke you or WHATEVER. I want my watch.” You would think that the crazy look I gave you would have told your dumb ass that this wasn’t a good time.
It just boggles my mind that someone would be* THAT* rude. Our problems aside, I would NEVER show up at someone’s fucking house, uninvited, without calling on a Sunday night. Hell, I wouldn’t show up like that anytime. All of this for a fucking $25, ugly ass watch you bought that the fucking mall (I say this simply to express that we aren’t talking a Rolex here).
For the record, I gave her the watch without saying anything. Of course, now I am thinking up all kinds of fun and creative things I should have said.
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