I have never done anything this cruel in my life. In fact, I've never willfully hurt anyone before, especially someone I used to care about a great deal. This whole situation caused me to realize that I had a cruel streak before unnoticed. Well, the person deserved it and I hope she learned something from it. For the record, I changed the names of everyone involved.
I've been friends with Sonya and Luke for years now. We've all known each other since Sonya was 6 and Luke and I were 5. I haven't really kept in contact with either one of them, but every now and then one of them would IM me. They had been dating for about a year now, but then something happened. Sonya dumped Luke in the worst possible way. She told him and everyone else in their circle of friends that the reason she broke up with him was because he sucked in bed. Now, don't ask how I know this because I'd rather not go into, but I knew for a fact that that wasn't true. Anyway, I was really, really pissed. This wasn't the first time she had done this to a guy and I felt horrible for Luke and wanted to get Sonya back. Now, after they breakup, Sonya IM's me. She tells me that she thinks she might be interested in women, interested in me, and wanted to know if I would want to give it a shot. Now, I should have told her off right then and there, but then I got to thinking (and trust me, if I ever say that it means things are about to get worse). I knew that she really trusted me and that if I wanted to I could really screw her up. Now, my original plan had been just to agree and then stand her up, but well, she's gorgeous (and I mean really, really gorgeous, as in she shouldn't even be looking at me that way gorgeous...but I digress) so I figured I might as well take advantage. Besides, it might make it easy to humiliate her. I pay her a visit. All we did was make-out...and there was a lot of groping, but nothing more. However, apparently, I touched the right spots because...well...she orgasms. Now, that was surprising as it was, but then she made this sound that I'd never heard before. It sounded sorta like a goose. Well, I laughed at her...hard. She turned beet red, got pissed, and kicked me out. She kicked me out without my pants I might add. Damn it! I really liked those pants too. Thanks to her, I had to drive home without any pants on...do you know what that's like? I mean, if you're a guy, no big deal. I'm sure there have been many guys who have had the disgruntled girlfriend who refused to give their pants back...but I'm a girl...how do I explain that if I get pulled over? Especially in Bartow County aka Redneckville. Anwyay, I should have stopped there. I had humiliated her enough and I needed to leave it alone, but well...part of me really enjoyed hurting her (plus I was pissed about the whole pants thing) so I pressed on. I made sure that all of hers and Luke's friends knew about the incident. She still hasn't lived it down.
What makes this story weird though is that after it all, she still came after me. Now shouldn't she have hated me after all this? I knew there was no way she could get me back since she didn't know any of my friends. I kept telling her that there was no way I would be interested in doing anything with her. Well, oddly enough, my...bloody compassion kicked in. I hated her so much, but I still just couldn't take hurting her anymore. So, I drove to her house to confront her, give her some closure...this is actually where it gets kinda humorous.
I arrive at her house. She answers the door, invites me in, and we sit down on her couch. She's eyeing me a little bit which I'm still unaccustomed to so it threw me off, but I still pressed on. I told her the truth, I told her that I had never been interested in her, that I had only made-out with her to get back at her, etc. Well, she slapped me. I was so taken aback by this that I reacted on instinct. I punched her...harder than I have probably ever punched anyone before...apparently I had some anger built up. Well, she did embody everything I hated in my sex. She used sexuality to get her way all the time, which I hated. Anyway, next thing I know we're rolling around on the carpet (yes, it's a catfight and yes, her male roommate watched with interest). The fight gets pretty intense...at times it was almost...er...sexual, but I won't get into that. After the fight, we both get up and well, we just start laughing...She just looks at me and says, "well, you always were the better fighter." I start trying to fix her wounds (yes, I messed her up pretty badly and I'm one of those weird people that after I beat the shit out of someone I'll try to nurse them back to health) and we started talking although she began asking me weird questions like, "was I ever attracted to her in the first place?" (okay, that was an unfair question because while I was very physically attracted to her I couldn't stand her otherwise). I asked her the same and she said, "I wouldn't have done anything with you if I didn't." She tells me that I'm both the best and worst thing that has ever happened to her in her life. I didn't know how to react to that so I just smiled and said, "You're welcome and I'm sorry." Anyway, we ended up making out on her couch (hey, she started it and well...I'm a weak, weak little girl). She mentioned being "fuck buddies," but I turned her down (which was very, very hard to do considering). After that, we decided to never enter the other's life ever again. I still have a headache from the whole thing. I also wanted to know "why me?" in the first place. At first, I had decided to leave it alone, but then I realized I had to know...so I IM'ed her the next day. She told me that she had always kind of had a crush on me even when we were kids she always looked up to me...all I can say to that is...DAMN HER! DAMN HER TO BLOODY HELL! AND I STILL WANT MY DAMN PANTS BACK!