I don't really like to consider this a breakup, because we were never really going out. I don't like to think of the guy as being a former boyfriend. And it was in the 6th grade, and it was stupid. But it's a funny story to tell when I decide to admit that I actually dated the freak. (On a side note, this is the only person I have ever dated. I have never been on another single frickin date since the 6th grade. I'm pah-thet-ick. yikes.)
Soooo.... his name was Derrick. And we were friends before we started going out. And we went out for like... 8 months, which is a long time for two 6th graders! We were both really big/fat kids and we just kinda got eachother and had fun together. I suppose.
I don't think it was really dating though. We just like... hung out together and called eachother boyfriend and girlfriend, but we never went on a date alone. And things started to get weird eventually when we got closer to eachother and weren't so much friends anymore, and eventually he stopped talking to me for awhile, and then came the breakup day.
It was our school's spanish festival, and we were having a meracado selling different crafts that everyone had made using fake money and everything. I was walking around, and all of a sudden he came over to me and told me that we had to talk. He took me over into the commons and sat down on one of the couches and told me that he wanted to break up with me. I tried to act upset (but secretly I wasn't) and I asked him why and stuff, and he told me that he had been cheating on me with this girl named Vicki that I had met only once. HA! Him cheating on me? Chances of that were slim. Seriously, if you had seen the kid, you'd know what I was talking about. He did NOT cheat on me. In the 6th grade. With the class slut. No matter how slutty she was.
Well, fine and well, it would seem like a semi-normal breakup... until Derrick left that is. Say what? The breaker-upper left and then it got interesting!? YES!
This girl I had never gotten along with had seen the whole thing go down, and she thought it was rather hilarious. Laughing her evil little laugh, she walked over to me and said "So how does it feel to be dumped, bitch?"
To which I replied with a quick slap across her face and said "I dunno... how does it feel to be slapped, bitch?", and then I curtly turned and walked away.
Even though I wasn't hurt by the breakup, it sure felt good to slap that girl across the face.
And by the way, I'm not usually a violent person. I return violence, I don't usually start it. =)
Yay for an interesting first post! haha. Oh, and to add... I found this community through gonzostar. bestest best lj buddy evah!! whooo!