Gengar
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I didn’t even know about her existence despite being in the same class for three months, by this time she blurted out saying I’m hot and I looked in utter shock at this person who uttered those words and she was looking at me, blushing and slyly smiling.
I was like “oh, she likes me? I guess I should like her too.” So before I knew it, I was obsessed with this person.
She would come up to me often along with her friend and make some small talk.
Eventually I start slapping her ass, she giggles. I pull her near me, she giggles. I pretty much dryfucked her at one point, she giggles.
This goes on for a year until she’s like “at first it was funny but not anymore so please stop” so I listened and stopped.
One year later - and during this time, everyone she sees me in the hallways she YELLS out my name. Doesn’t matter how crowded it is or who she’s with. She just calls out my name.
I confess my feelings for her - I literally wrote pages of how I felt. Embarrassing, I know.
But then she rejects me. She doesn’t tell me why immediately, but I wanna know.
Then she goes “if (ugliest female in the class) wants to go out with you, you wouldn’t go for it, would you now?”
So basically - or at least this is how I interpret it - she calls me ugly as fuck and that’s the only reason why.
Ever since then I knew my face was ugly. She was still nice about it though, she wanted to talk it out and whatnot.
One night we were at a birthday party and she had to leave and so she hugged everyone there; I was the last one there and then she looked at me, smiling, and gives me a hug too as to not embarrass me in front of everyone.
Then a few years after high school we had a reunion and by the end of the night she was leaving. One of my friends asks “where’s my hug?” And she gives him a hug and then says “everyone else gets a hug too” and then she hugged another friend of mine and then me last.
She was the first girl I liked. The second girl I liked rejected me too when I told her I liked her. This one was insanely cruel however and straight up ignored all my messages. It was beyond hurtful. But I didn’t have to ask “why?” This time. This time I knew my face was the problem.
I was like “oh, she likes me? I guess I should like her too.” So before I knew it, I was obsessed with this person.
She would come up to me often along with her friend and make some small talk.
Eventually I start slapping her ass, she giggles. I pull her near me, she giggles. I pretty much dryfucked her at one point, she giggles.
This goes on for a year until she’s like “at first it was funny but not anymore so please stop” so I listened and stopped.
One year later - and during this time, everyone she sees me in the hallways she YELLS out my name. Doesn’t matter how crowded it is or who she’s with. She just calls out my name.
I confess my feelings for her - I literally wrote pages of how I felt. Embarrassing, I know.
But then she rejects me. She doesn’t tell me why immediately, but I wanna know.
Then she goes “if (ugliest female in the class) wants to go out with you, you wouldn’t go for it, would you now?”
So basically - or at least this is how I interpret it - she calls me ugly as fuck and that’s the only reason why.
Ever since then I knew my face was ugly. She was still nice about it though, she wanted to talk it out and whatnot.
One night we were at a birthday party and she had to leave and so she hugged everyone there; I was the last one there and then she looked at me, smiling, and gives me a hug too as to not embarrass me in front of everyone.
Then a few years after high school we had a reunion and by the end of the night she was leaving. One of my friends asks “where’s my hug?” And she gives him a hug and then says “everyone else gets a hug too” and then she hugged another friend of mine and then me last.
She was the first girl I liked. The second girl I liked rejected me too when I told her I liked her. This one was insanely cruel however and straight up ignored all my messages. It was beyond hurtful. But I didn’t have to ask “why?” This time. This time I knew my face was the problem.
