@El Cocodrilo
Well, since you asked...
About 2 years go by after I nailed her in the back with the rock.
(What a glorious day)
Life had been good...I was talking to girls, rollerblading, working out, getting my fashion sense fixed up...I was healing!
Then she showed up.
I was coming back from dropping my sister off at church one morning, only to see her coming out of a house across the street from the church.
So I'm like "this bytch, imma ignore her and leave it alone...I'm doing good...I don't need to kill her..."
I'm keeping it together, staying calm...walking away and heading back down the block to go home before I lose it.
All of a sudden I hear... "Behind-The-Wheel!!! Hey...Behind-The-Wheel!!!!"
Inside I'm raging already...I tried to walk away...I tried...
So she runs across the street to me with this stupid smile on her face and is all like
"Hey, I thought that was you...oh my goodness, how have you been? I haven't seen you since grade school!!"
I shoulda known some foul shyt was going on right there and then...
BUT...me like the fukkin idiot that I am...I play into her bullshyt and answer her back like we're old friends and not mortal enemies.
She proceeds to give me the run-down on her life since grade school, never once mentioning the stoning, and proceeds to ask me about my life and what I had been up to. Then goes into how I had a crush on her in grade school and how she shot me down and actually apologized for being a cruel bytch to me back then.
I was disarmed.
This was what I always wanted to hear all those years.
I didn't know what to do.
I wasn't really attracted to her anymore. (ChickenPox had made her into a puzzle looking scarred mess and I got outta liking light skinned chicks after running across her tisha campbell light-bright lookin ass in grade school)
So I went with the friend angle.
We talked, hung out at each others houses, gave each other advice, went to dinners, everything...
It was like there was never any animosity between us!
Is this real?....Well, I guess it is!
We stayed "Friends" for about a year before we went out to the movies this one time.
We get our tickets and food and start heading to the theater...
We get there and she says for me to go first in case it's dark.
So I start walking down the aisle when all of a sudden...
*BAM*
It's lights out for ya boy...
When I wake up a couple minutes later I'm on the floor in the aisle of the theater...looking up.
I see people standin over me looking down and I'm feelin all kinda pain in my back.
Then I see her come stand over me...
She looks down at me and says...
"And THAT is for hitting me with that rock and almost killing me!"
Oh shyt...this bytch planned her attack...played me for a damn year...friended me up and then executed her assassination perfectly.
I...just...got...played...to...death...
I rolled over and started sitting up and asked one of the guys what the fukk happened.
He says, he saw the whole thing...says homegirl told me to go in and go first, heard her say something about it being dark.
He then said that when I walked down the aisle, homegirl put her food down in a chair..waited for me to get about 10 feet ahead, then ran full speed and jump kicked me dead in the back on some street fighter type shyt!!!
I ain't know what to do right then.
On one hand, I did try to kill her...but on the other hand, she had an ass whoopin comin for that ill shyt.
I'm sittin there in the aisle tryna figure out whether to go ham on this bytch or suck it up...
She comes over and says "Come on, we about to miss the movie..."
I'm lookin at her like
"WTF...who does that?! You just dead ass knocked my ass out with a fukkin snuff drop-kick to the back and now you wanna watch the fukkin movie together!?"
So this chick reaches down, helps me up, guides me to our seats and then cuddles up to me to watch the movie.
I'm still fukkin confused to this damn day...
I wound up not being friends with her after time passed...just too damn different and wasn't attracted to her at all.
Guy's don't keep friends like that.
wow
. I asked my mom not to entertain him but she refused. I don't know who hurt me more...but mom's are supposed to have your back...so her. But I punish her for entertaining him in my own way.
hold dis L
