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February 22nd, 2012
| 11:43 pm - July 22 2011, noon
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Comments:
You do NOT need to get into this.
Are you fucking kidding me?!? I was already pissed about him calling you names, but he's just a bored toddler that needs to grow the fuck up. But bringing Gray into this and talking about how he talked about you? NO FUCKING WAY! I'M GONNA KILL HIM! HE'S FUCKING DEAD! No one talks about you like that. No ONE makes you sound like you're a whore like that! NO ONE talks about you like that and gets away with it. This guy won't be walking for a while. And he's going to remember I was the one who fucked him up next time he wants to give me a hard time.
He said DIAF, fuck Chris. He's going to wish he could by the time I'm done with him.
No. YOU DO NOT NEED TO GET INVOLVED.
He's only telling the truth. I let Gray finger me. I am a tease. Don't stress it.
YOU ARE NOT A TEASE! DON'T YOU DARE EVER TALK ABOUT YOURSELF LIKE THAT TO ME! HE WAS AN ASSHOLE WHO COULDN'T TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER AND OBVIOUSLY ONLY WANTED ONE THING! YOU DESERVE A HUNDRED TIMES BETTER THAN THAT! FUCK GRAY AND FUCK CHRIS!
You know I don't come to school beat up because someone pushed me around. And NO ONE talks about YOU like that. NO ONE! He's done.
Josh. Stop.
Seriously.
I pushed. You told me to stop. I didn't. Of course he hit below the belt. I can handle this.
So I have to stop? I have to just sit here while he talks about you like this? Are you kidding me?
I know you can handle this, but his bitch with me is what started this whole thing. I'm going to kick his ass. Period.
So not what I was trying to accomplish.
Then what were you trying to accomplish?
I was trying to make him leave you alone.
Sigh. Melia. You don't have to fight my battles for me, sweetie. But thank you.
I know I don't have to. I WANT to. |
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