okay so NOW i'm getting the whole story. it turns out that my ex and my bff (we'll call her Tiff) had something going on. i told tiff several times that we went together.... that day we started to go out! i thought i made it clear because she was looking dead at me. next thing i know it's the weekend before the break up and he starts to act weird. we live about 2 or 3 hours apart so i only saw him at school and on our dates.
then on monday we broke up. yadda yadda yadda and then wendsday (i think it was the 18th) came along. he and tiff are arguing and i ask what's wrong. no one tells me and they should know that i hate secerts. so all that day i was wondering about the secert. lunch comes around and tiff comes over to me. she says we need to talk and i sit down.
she says why he was acting weird. turns out that the week before the break up they made out, did um... the.... ( stop reading if you're under 12) oh well they had sex twice and she thinks she's pregnant. she kinda backs away and says she's sorry. i just sit there and debate on who to kill first. i realize that they're not worth going to court and being charged with murder so i just get up before i hit her. she tries to follow after me so i walk faster and she eventually stops. i haven't spoke to her since and when i saw him (the bad word i can't type) i just told him i hated him and have a great time with his baby. i was the first one to tell him apparently. i walked away and felt great.
don't know why i felt great but i did. still do. the good thing in all this is that i get a good lesson: keep your friends close but your (to put it lightly) promiscous friends FAR away from your boyfriends.
(ps. yeah i have a tendancy to write alot.
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