I can tell you one story. This bitch deserves to be exposed.
Of course, I can't tell you who's the real person is. All I can say is what she had done to me.
The tale begins about a little while down the road. I had a crush on this guy. He was kinda popular to begin with. Among the boys in the class, he was one of the cutest ones. It's kinda like a crush at first sight. He fits most of the criteria. He is taller, kinda cute, has a bright smile, big eyes and knows how to style his hair. He also looks innocent.
I had just broken up with my high school 'whatever-we-were' , I replace this guy, let's call him K. So, I glanced at K whenever I saw him. That one time, I probably stared at him up to a point my head followed the direction he was walking which made it too obvious. One of my friends saw, B.
B asked my best friend (they are neighbors) if I liked K because she saw I stared. B was a good friend so I'm fine with the idea she knows it.
B was in the same class as K. I only shared certain classes with K.
B was closed to this bitch. Let's call her FY. B and FY always sit together. FY also shared the same class as K.
I always asked B about K. How is he in general. Nothing personal, at all.
One day, I finally had the courage to text K. I wished him good luck for his examination which we all will have. I got his number from our class group chat. B told me that K kinda freaked out and said nasty things as if I stalked him or something. That was totally devastating...
Since then, I realize every time we encounter each other, I felt this tense vibe like a negative poll meeting another negative poll.
By then I just knew that there must be more to the story. Now, he actually knew me but not in a good way. I had a feeling that someone must be feeding him lies.
I was right!
FY told K about me. I'm not sure what was her exact words but it was nasty things she told him. It made K disgusted me.
At the end of the semester arrives, I build another courage to ask K for a photo together. K agreed but he didn't smile. He looks like he was forced to do it.
Then, I saw in IG that K and FY were a thing. No wonder FY said shits about me to K to ensure he never likes me or something. I'm a competition to FY. I mean, come on lah FY, I'm not even pretty back then and I barely make any moves to get close to K. There were also other girls who stare at K in the same class.
When I looked back at the pictures we took, I felt sick to my stomach. He saw me as someone desperate and probably a stalker.
Well,
That bitch didn't last long with K.
- the end of one bitch story -
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