There was this chick I met in 9th grade named Tamesha. She was an ugly duckling so to speak. I never saw anything that wrong with her. She was skinny, braces, and had mild acne. Look, I'm making her sound worse than she was. She was cute. Very. But she was also angry, but because she was smart, she could be arrogant. We didn't get along at times. I think she hated the fact that I was attracted to her. She didn't want nerds attracted to her, she wanted the dude all the hoes were after (she'd get that a scant two years later).
Anyways my brehs, I overhear she NEVER got an Easter basket before and it was something she really wanted. Light bulb goes off in head, cape goes on my back. I save up lunch money, buy a nice basket from the local grocer and hide it at my house. When it's that time, I check it for roaches, take it to school, hide it in the principal's office and present it to her after lunch. Everyone goes awwwwww, meaningless words exchanged and then I'm back to nothing. I'm young and dumb in the game so I get mad. I call her a bytch in convo with this snitch and it gets back to her. She confronts me at my locker, I get bytched at and she's on her way. Her breath was tart that day. But anyway, we make up eventually (I apologize), and we go on with our love/hate relationship. She would gradually look better as time went on (people saw what I had been seeing for like two years) and her attitude improved. I never got any play of course but that was par for the course. It should also be noted this was that same school year I got that broad roses for Valentine's Day.
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When I was in 5th grade, there was this chick that used to bully me because I was poor and awkward looking. I was rocking skinny jeans in '96. Bytches wasn't giving your boy Reasonable Doubt. You'll get it later, if it makes sense at all.
Anyway, this chick used to bully me and she was ugly. After awhile I told on the broad. She cried and said she did it because she was fat and ugly. We got along after that. Fast forward to the party halls in 2000 and this bytch was still fat and ugly but one desperate night in a dark corner of a hole in the wall (Majestic Hall, but not in the "Red Light" corner) I freaked this bytch, fingered her stank puss, felt along her sweaty crack on her flat ass, sucked her titties and kissed her like an utterly pathetic simp. I knew who she was. I knew she used to make me cry to teacher. I was desperate and fat girls were an easy target.
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