Four

I was the queen of procrastination, mainly when it came to freshman year biology. I hated it. Normally, I liked learning about science, but high school was the place where I started to learn about my passion; writing. It was my favorite thing to do, especially in the library. I loved books too, mainly romance books. They reminded me of the love life I never would have had, until he came along.

We both went to different schools, but sometimes felt like we didn’t. It all started with social media, Snapchat to be specific. I posted a photo of me and my best friends and he replied to it and called me pretty. To be honest, me in freshman year never got compliments about my looks so I was ecstatic.

Everyone ignored it, the only thing people really noticed was my hair, and most of the time it sucked anyways so there was no point in noticing it, right? Wrong.

The first time that we talked this man told me that everything about me was perfect, my hair, my smile, and above all, my face. After that, we started talking more. At one point I started talking to him more than I did to my own best friends, why was that?

Months passed and summer sprung up in an instant. I flew to Orlando with my family to stay with my grandmother for a month. That’s when it all started to happen, the weird stuff.

I wore bathing suits in Florida, I mean it was normal, Florida is hot as hell. I remember that was the first time I wore a bikini in public. My cousins and I went to a waterpark, took pictures, and had fun. When we were going back to her house, she told me to post them all, so I did.

The same guy replied to my stories, and called me a word that I never expected.

Sexy.

He called me sexy. For a fourteen year old girl, that wasn’t a word that we were used to hearing nor did we want to be called it. I thought he was disgusting. Then again, he was older than me, but still, it was weird.

Super weird.

I told my cousin about it once we got back to her place and she told me to remove him as a friend on Snapchat. Even though I didn’t want to do it because he was nice, it was still a weird interaction.

Super weird.

Foolishly, I didn’t follow her advice, though I still removed him as a friend a week later because he replied to one of my stories and said the same exact thing.

It was too weird for me.

He didn’t bother to try to be friends with me again after that, not for the whole summer and not for all of winter, at least that’s what I thought.

In January of the next year I got a Snapchat friend request. It was from him, the weird guy.

The super weird guy.

Honestly, I completely forgot about him until he added me back for the second time. Though this time, I didn’t ask for anyone else’s advice, I just accepted the friend request.

I really wish I asked someone for advice.

I was fifteen now, and my mind still couldn’t wrap around the idea that an upperclassman liked me, though he was still weird to me.

Super weird.

We talked all day and all night, and he woke up early just so that we would have more time to talk to each other. He was so sweet.

Key word, was.

We talked for a month and a half until he blocked me. It didn’t break me as much as I thought that it would, until it did.

He requested to be friends again for the third time on Snapchat on my mom’s birthday. What the fuck was wrong with him?

Three times, really?

I only added him back to tell him off, at least that was the original plan. He distracted me, and I yelled at him for it, though he apologized about it, and I stupidly accepted his apology. After that, we talked for two weeks until he asked me out on a date, and I said yes.

Why did I say yes?

He took me out to dinner and it was the best, but it didn’t last.

We talked all of the time in July, and in August I was busy preparing for one of the most important days of my life, my sweet sixteen. All of my aunts and cousins helped me prepare for it, and I loved it, until I didn’t.

My best friends from New York came to help me, they were my childhood friends. Most of them were guys, so they helped with the bulk of it. I remember the first time that they all met him. To be fair, he wasn’t my boyfriend, he never formally asked me. I remember one day when me and one of my best friends were blowing up balloons, he called me.

The weird guy.

My phone was connected to the speaker upstairs, so one of my best friends went to go get it. His name was Rav, and I told him to answer it and bring it downstairs for me.

When he did, all I heard was yelling, and it was from the weird guy.

The super weird guy.

He was yelling at Rav, accusing him of dating me and questioning him. That should have been the part where I broke up with my “boyfriend”, but I didn’t.

Why didn’t I?

After that day, I stopped talking to him all of the time. Sure, I still talked to him a lot, but I started to prioritize my friends more, mainly this one guy friend I had.

My best friend used to have a crush on him when we were younger, and I did too, but we were just friends.

At least I thought we were.

He started being flirty with me, and I sort of liked it.

Why did I like it? I hated when the weird guy did it, so why did I like it this time? Was my crush coming back?

After a few days, I decided to tell him, the weird guy, and it went horribly. He started blaming me, and even though I was to blame, he did it in a weird way.

A toxic way.

I decided to break up with my “boyfriend” on the day of my sweet sixteen. It just wasn’t fair to me, or to him. He needed someone who lived closer to him, and I needed a man who wasn’t fucking toxic all the time.

A few hours later, my party started, and it was the most fun I’ve had in my entire life. I didn’t have another thought of the weird guy, at least for a few months.

In October, one of my best friends had her sweet sixteen, and I attended it. Once the night was coming to a close and everyone went to dance again for a few more songs, I got a notification on my phone as I was taking pictures.

It was a friend request, the fourth friend request I’ve gotten from super weird guy.

What the fuck?

Can this man not take a hint? My friend told me to accept it, so I did.

I never thought that this man could have gotten worse in my entire life, but then he did. He asked me to be friends with benefits.

This was despite the fact that he had a girlfriend at the time.

What the hell was wrong with this man?

Per usual, I told him off, though once I did I never talked to him again. I instead blocked him, I did so on every single social media platform, including both of his phone numbers.

Why does a man need two phones?

I found peace in blocking him, mainly because dealing with him felt like dealing with a child.

He was worse than the kids I babysat anyways.