How to flirt girl to girl over text

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Just a guy really in need of advice (it’s about to be a long post).

2020.07.10 21:58 iBinAZ Just a guy really in need of advice (it’s about to be a long post).

Around 2 years ago ago in March of 2018, I started dating this girl. We meet at work where she was dating a co worker since high school and they broke up after a 3 year relationship. We started dating a week later and than officially within that month of March. The relationship was pretty amazing for 11 months, with pretty much no fights. The only rocky thing was me working night shift for 7 of the months but we made it work. There was at one point where she got these friends that she knew I didn’t like when she hung out with them but I never made it a big deal until 2 of the guys tried to get with her. She also didn’t like one of my best friends for trying to kiss me at a bar which is very fair. Other than that we both agreed at the time we were soul mates.
Eventually after the 11 month she moved to a state 1,000 miles away in pursuit of an internship possibly career. Within the first month she made a friend group and she got close to this guy. I didn’t really like it cause I never meet him but they spent most nights together and it seemed like he liked her. She got tired of the distance and me being jealous and broke up with me in March 2019 when I went to visit her. A couple weeks later that friend got her blacked out and took advantage of her which still doesn’t sit well with me. She stopped talking to him and her co worker asked her on a date. She started talking to him more seriously after that. At the same time she was still in love with me and telling me that even after we were broken up. All of my friends said I need to stop talking to her at this point but I didn’t listen because I was still in love with her she was my first real long term relationship. By April he was calling her his GF but she wasn’t calling him her BF yet. Me and her went on a trip to Colorado in May where we slept together and it was a little awkward because she was seeing the other guy but to her not dating him yet. Throughout April to June we would talk on the phone a lot text everyday, there was even a time where her guys caught her saying she still loves me when blacked out with him. In June she came to our home state where we cuddled and kissed but nothing really more. The very next day after she left she started dating him officially and I was heartbroken and filled with emotions.
I called her out on the phone for playing with my heart and stopped talking to her. I went to a counselor and when I expressed all of this she said, I think she might have borderline personality disorder and I shouldn’t talk to her. A month in a half go by and I didn’t listen and we started talking as friends again after she apologized for everything. We would talk here and there throughout the week but that was about it. Her guy moved from the internship 6 hours(eventually 3) away from there and she continued to date him cause they were in the same state she told me. He treated her like garage up until December with some good times but all she told me was the negatives about him and there was a lot. He told her in the beginning of their relationship he wished he knew about the other co worker that liked him and he would have dated her instead. Told her she is going to hell cause she is bi. A month before he broke up with her in December he told her he doesn’t miss her cause he doesn’t have that emotion.
After they broke up December of 2019 she was heartbroken and ended up getting really sick during Christmas and didn’t have family to be with cause she was 1,000 miles away. Throughout her whole breakup and even before I was there for her and moving on myself not to someone else but a more independent lifestyle but I would still try to cheer her up. We start flirting more the beginning of the next year and I decided to apply to that same internship and I got accepted in a week. It scared her a little because she didn’t want to date anymore and just be friends and I just really needed her back in my life just to hang out cause I miss her. She has been my best friend since we started talking and we are open and know so much about each other. She came back to visit in March 2020 and we hooked up that whole time she was here. The very next day she goes back she gets drunk and sleeps with a co worker, I kind of got it out of her and it hurt but we weren’t dating so I couldn’t let that bother me. 2 weeks later COVID hit and even though her internship was over she worked part time at that place one week out of getting full time. She got laid off for quarantine and ended up coming home. When she came back we agreed to be friends with benefits and that’s it because we knew she was going back and possibly me in August for the internship. Quarantine lasted almost 3 months and we spent everyday together telling each other that we love each other. Even though we said friends with benefits our actions spoke louder than words and all my feelings came back. I drove with her the 1,000 miles back to her job and apartment and stayed there for 5 days before flying back. After that we talked everyday but she went back to the friend talking and cut everything off that just happened in quarantine.
We still talked daily but she called me a month later bailing her eyes out because she missed her ex, not me the guy who treated her like crap. I was heartbroken cause we had probably the best quarantine I could have imagined but she said she can only see me as a friend now and that’s it because she isn’t over her ex 6 months after they have broken up and she isn’t ready to date. No matter how hard that hit me I kept cool on the phone and cheered her up till she was happy and went to sleep happier. We ended up calling a few times that week and we talked about how hard and how much that phone call hurt me. She apologized again for quarantine because she said throughout it all that we are just friends and not getting back together but we acted way more than that and I let my feelings come back and that was bad on me. On the 4th of July she has guys over i don’t hear from her that much and the next day I texted her that I can’t talk to her anymore cause I’m just having nightmares when she is with guys drinking because I have the fear of losing her completely again like I did before. We ended up talking she told me she slept with one of the guys that night. We talked later that week and I told her maybe these nightmares will go away if she is just honest with me because I know she would have hid that from me if I didn’t ask. She told me she slept with another guy that same day who she said she would never sleep with ever (granted she was drunk and both guys that slept with her weren’t and took advantage of her). I was fine hearing all that because I just want to be open and honest with her and her to do the same. I messed up today, she went to visit her best friend from that internship who’s a girl and she got drunk last night and I asked her if she slept with that girls brother. She got mad because I keep accusing her of sleeping with people. I have a problem where I think of the craziest stories in my head and ask her if she did that. I don’t at all mean to accuse her just ask her about it. The only other times I asked her she ended up sleeping with people from the previous stories. I thought there was a difference between asking and accusing.
I’m sorry for the long story but my feelings of soulmate came back. I can’t think of myself being goofy and just having fun with anyone else like I do her. I’m sad because my program got canceled and I won’t be able to live in the same state as her. Just don’t know what to do and how to stop thinking of these crazy fantasy’s, I do just really miss her.
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2020.07.10 20:36 HungryFinch My [31F] boyfriend [35F] is texting with a female "friend" and isn't taking my feelings seriously

I posted about this on relationships before I knew I should have used relationship_advice (I’m new to reddit) under a throwaway account that I didn’t even name right, but my bf is not on reddit or any social media so I’m just posting this under my normal account. I’m going to write basically what I wrote in the original post, and add on additional information about what has happened since. And this will be long so that I can include background information, as I see a lot of posts on here with little info and then the OP can’t get good advice, so I apologize for the word vomit. Also, sorry for the excessive use of parentheses.
TLDR up here because it’s long as fuck: my boyfriend has been texting almost every day with another woman; I consider it emotional cheating; he doesn’t seem to care how I feel about it or be willing to do anything about it, and now I’m very close to breaking up with him. Hoping for advice or assurance that I’m not “crazy”
I’ve been with my boyfriend (we’ll call him “T”) for almost 7 years. We live together and have been talking about buying property together for the last year or two. We didn’t have the best start but have been in a very good place lately - until I found out about him texting a female “friend” (friend in quotes because I think she has much more than friendly feelings for him):
T works at a local farm and was working at the farmers market when he met this woman. They never hung out or spent time together but for some reason got each other’s phone numbers. This was back in September, which is the month I left for another city to do a certificate program, so I wasn’t around, and we were in a bad place - sort of broken up, not exactly talking, as he had issues with being in a LDR even though it was temporary. For context: this woman was in town for an event that she helped with, she is originally from our state but lives quite a few states away in a different city.
Since September they have been texting nearly every day - at least multiple times a week - and as far as I know it’s been fairly innocuous on his end (more on that below). I only found out about this woman in April May, about two months after I’d moved back. I find it off that he never told me about her when he first met her (or within a reasonable time within meeting her, we were very much still in contact after I moved), and when I mentioned that to him he said she just “never came up”. If I had met someone I thought was cool and made a new friend it’s definitely something I would have shared with him, and I expected him to do the same because that’s how our relationship is. We talk about everything and are very open with each other - or so I thought until now.
When I found out I felt extremely uncomfortable - I’ve been cheated on by other partners and had a similar experience with him so I do have insecurity and jealousy issues when it comes to things like this: there was a time a few years ago when he and I were on-and-off, and he had been sleeping with his ex for months but never told me until I asked him if something was going on between them. I had suspicions because of how she acted around me when I saw her a few times. We were not exclusive at the time so it wasn’t exactly cheating, but it felt like it - it was the hiding and lying that really got to me. It took me a long time to process my feelings on it and a long time for us to get into a healthier space and to move on to a committed relationship. So that definitely adds to how I feel in this case.
Back to the present: he told me there was nothing going on, and let me read the text messages. The more I read the worse I felt. It was very clear she was flirting with him, despite supposedly having a boyfriend. The boyfriend is never mentioned, and I am never mentioned in the texts either - other than T saying “OP is moving home, I hope she doesn’t spread the virus around” (a joke but to me kind of mean). She sends him selfies and pictures of what she’s doing a lot, asks him how his day is going, stuff that reads like what a girlfriend would send her boyfriend. His responses were minimal but friendly and I believed him when he said nothing was going on, but to me it’s clear that she has more than friendly feelings towards him.
I told him how uncomfortable this made me feel, and he continually denied any feelings towards her, other than that she was his “friend” and the conversation escalated into an argument where he said some pretty hurtful things like “you don’t want me to have female friends”, that I’m controlling, etc. It makes me feel like his friendship with this woman he has known less than a year is more important than our relationship.
It’s cooled down since then, and I’ve asked offhand whether he’s heard from her and the reply is always yes. The other day (in June) I was bad and looked at their texts again, as he told me he wouldn’t let me read them again despite letting me read them previously, and the texts had changed. Nothing romantic or sexual, but he’s being much more verbal, sending her more pictures (no selfies though), and she is sending him more pictures as well as sending him screenshots of all the pictures of only him that are on the farm’s social media - saying things like “I liked your hair better when I first met you” and commenting on his appearance in a flirtatious way. (this is a HUGE RED FLAG to me - who the fuck does that??)
I told him I looked at the texts and I knew it was wrong, but explained again how uncomfortable and shitty this all makes me feel, and his response was that I was “taking things to the next level” and “what’s wrong with [her] flirting [with him]?”. To me this is crossing the line into emotional cheating. I don’t understand why he needs validation and attention from another woman when we’re in a relationship.
Things were tense between us and any time I would try to talk about how I felt with him again, he would get defensive and accusatory and refuse to see my side of things. So I tried something out - I followed her on Instagram. She has a public profile and has over 1,000 followers, so I didn’t feel like it was a creepy thing to do - if her profile had been private that’d be a whole other story and I wouldn’t have followed her. I wanted to see if she would follow me back or even reach out but what happened was this: I looked as his phone again a few days after I’d followed her because he never said anything about it. She had texted him about it, and it went more or less like this:
Her: I think your gf started following me on instagram (eyes emoji) What’s that about?
Him: Fun. How’s your day?
Her: (grimace emoji)
Him: She thought it was weird that we text
Her: Yeah, I understand that. Did she look through your phone?
Him: She asked me one day who I was texting and it just happened to be you and I told her and then it turned into who is that
Her: Oh I see
Him: [asks about her sick cat (???)]
Her: Well, I like being friends with you but we don’t have to text. I don’t want to cause problems.
Him: It’s weird that she’s on your insta
Her: [agrees with him, then changes the subject to her sick cat]
Her asking “did she look through your phone” seems weird to me, that she would jump to that conclusion right away. Yes, I did look through his phone, but the first time it was with his consent…so this implies to me that she knew I didn’t know she existed. Then she acknowledged that it was weird how that they text, so she obviously knows she’s crossing a boundary. And both of them agreeing that it’s “weird” that I followed her [public!!] Instagram seems weird itself to me. I don’t think that following a SO’s friend on Instagram is weird especially in the very social media based world we live in.
So after seeing these texts I asked him if she’d said anything about me following her, and he said yes and that it was weird and that I was “taking things too far” and that it showed him that I was going to be “that person”. Things have been really rocky since then, with him reverting to the immature, cold, closed off, incommunicative person he becomes when things get tough emotionally.
To be clear: he has close female friends and I am completely fine with that. I have never felt insecure about any of them, and in addition he has known these female friends for years. But he NEVER texts them or talks to them as much as he does with this other woman. Like I said, they have never spent time together other than at the farmers market, and she does live in another city so there’s almost 0% chance of them meeting up in person, at least right now - so I am not concerned about them being physical, but to me the emotional aspect of it is almost worse.
I know I would absolutely never text a platonic male friend that way, and as it is I would never let anything go that far in the first place because I feel like I get enough from T. Even if I did have a close male friend who I texted a lot, T would be mentioned a lot as he’s a big part of my life. In fact, I do have a close male friend who I have known for 6 years, we text maybe a couple times a month and we both talk a lot about our SOs. It’s nothing close to how T texts with this woman he’s known less than a year.
I’m sorry if I didn’t explain this well or if I rambled, but I’m in a pretty shitty emotional place right now. It’s just extremely off to me that this girl supposedly has a boyfriend, never mentions him, and my boyfriend never mentions me, despite me living with him and being a big part of his life, on top of her sending selfies and taking screenshots of pictures of him (I’m still WTFing over that and how he doesn’t get how fucking weird that is). I’m strongly considering breaking up with him - not because I think he’s cheating, per se, but more the fact that he has completely disregarded my feelings and boundaries about this and that he refuses to communicate. I’m going to tell him that we either get couples counseling or we break up.
Most of the input I got in my original post is that he’s gaslighting me and I should leave. I’m sure I’ll get mostly the same responses here, but also wondering if anyone else has been in a situation like this. Most similar posts I’ve seen include the partner going further and actually flirting / sexting, or having feelings for the person they text with, which maybe isn’t the case here unless he’s lying to me about him only seeing her as a friend.
Also: I do know it’s bad to look through a partner’s phone without consent. I fully admit to that and I know I’ll probably get shit for it. To be fair, he knows my password and has free access to my phone any time he wants and though I have never asked him to do that for me, I have mentioned in the past (even before this) how it seems weird that he is so secretive over his phone if he has nothing to hide.
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2020.07.10 20:05 rando08110 I (M20) had / have feelings for a girl (F18) at work who has a boyfriend. when i found out i backed off instantly but she seems to be coming onto me even more after I found out. She shows serious signs of interest but I don't know what to do. I am not telling her anything while she has a boyfriend.

So I (M20) met this girl at work, lets call her hayley (F18). She and I instantly connected and vibed together really well, she helped me learn how to work there and taught me a lot.
This is kind of long so bear with me. tl;dr at the end.
She has a really fun personality that I was basically attracted to from the start. As time went on I realized how beautiful she was too and that I could potentially have something real with her (I am not a fan of meaningless hookups).

We get to know each other every day at work and become closer. I realize I want to try something with her, and she had been flirting physically at this point, rubbing my biceps, brushing her whole body on me slowly, even straight up calling me cute / hot, etc. I would reciprocate and I felt like we were really vibing. I ask around to our coworkers to see if she has a boyfriend and they tell me no.

So I ask for her number, she gives it to me, we text a little, and continue hanging out at work. A couple of days later I ask her to hang out but she says she's busy. I was confused but soon learned that she had someone that she was talking to already (before she met me). He also worked there but not typically the same shifts as us.

So obviously I back off because I'm not that type of person to go for a girl with a boyfriend. But right after she rejected my offer to hang out, she began flirting even more, touching more. And at one point we got this kind of connection and we'd look into eachother's eyes deeply for like long periods of time, and I began to develop serious feelings. She would say, "Why don't you hold the eye contact?". After she asked that I would hold it and it would be really intense. I haven't had that feeling before with anyone.
I realized how wrong this was though and cut it off completely. I stopped flirting and I think she got the memo, she probably was worried about her boyfriend finding out too so she stopped as well.
Well, weeks go by, and I begin looking else where for girls because I'm not one to just wait around for someone. She notices this and i think it drove her crazy. Customers would subtly flirt with me and she would say things like "oh she only came to ask for that because she wanted to talk to you" or "sorry you can't talk to him he's taken" when a customer would do something flirty towards me. I took it as a joke but she seemed to seriously care about me and get jealous when I was around other girls. She would straight up tell me "I get jealous" or "I am jealous". I wouldn't know how to respond but I would be like of what and she would say of you.
Usually you don't get jealous over someone you don't have feelings for. And usually you don't have feelings for someone else when you're in a relationship. Dragging on a relationship with one person when you're interested in someone else is just wrong.
I pretty much gave up hope, especially after she almost quit and then said she'll only be working certain shifts (rarely will see me now). I figured that was her way of keeping space from me because it was hard for her to be around me. I felt like this would probably be good for both of us because I can get over her easier now.
I was basically over her but now I find out from our coworker that she told them "I think he is the one for me" (talking about me) even while she still has a boyfriend.

When I found this out I was shocked and in disbelief. I am unsure what to do. She knows how I feel about her, but I am not going to confess anything while she has a boyfriend because that is just wrong in my eyes and I don't want to make a sticky situation worse.
However, I really feel things towards this girl and feel like we could have something really special. It's hard to explain but we get along so well together, and she is perfect in my eyes.
I'm unsure what to do, I need to tell someone this because I dont know if im doing this right. I want to end up with her more than anything. But I have to wait for her to be single to do that.
And I know everyone is gonna say that if she will do it with you she will do it to you. I don't know.
Anyone been in a similar situation and have any advice? I know it's complicated.

TL;DR- Had feelings for a girl, found out she had a boyfriend, backed off, but then she came on even stronger. Feelings are back but she is still in relationship. Trying to get over her but she said she thought "I was the one for her" just last week. What should I do.
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2020.07.10 18:32 Adamwest916 Is there coming back from this?

Warning: cringy post. I did all the wrong things.
I met a girl exactly 1.5 months ago. She’s hot as hell, but a very wild party girl. She’s the girl the rich dudes call when they want ass on their yachts and mansion parties. And she’s always out and doing a ton of drugs and alcohol, skimpy bikinis in pools and jacuzzis all over everyone. So obviously all I wanted was to fuck, and I did. Within hours of meeting her at the party I smashed in the bathroom.
Should’ve stopped there, but she’s hot and fucks like a champion. So I kept seeing her for sex. Then spending more time with her, started seeing the sober side. She’s actually great. Fun, smart, and SO affectionate. Made me feel amazing, felt like she really likes me. Mind you I’m not rich or have nothing to offer like those guys she’s around 24/7, simply looks and good personality. Therefore, it felt genuine. I believe it was, at least in her head at the moment. Soon enough I’m attached as fuck. Big mistake.
Last night at a friend’s house she comes over trashed. Blacked out drunk as usual. I’m not giving her much attention, so I believe that’s why she started flirting with a completely random dude there. I come outside and she’s sitting on his lap in his car. She sees me, I go to my car to leave, she runs over and gets in. I proceeded to be completely beta and tell her how disrespectful that was, and that I wouldn’t do that to her. She tells me she would never fuck anyone else, she just felt neglected, she’s sorry, she really likes me, she really wants to be with me, etc. she asks to come home with me, I say yeah go grab your stuff.
My boy comes out meanwhile and he’s like wtf are you doing? You’re an idiot if you don’t leave right this second. The dude was finger banging her in his car. I fucking smash off. Crushed. Still can’t sleep. She’s texting and calling a couple times, I ignore. I get home and call my boy. He said he told her I knew what she did, she didn’t really care, she got on the phone and called some guys at a party and they sent her an Uber. At 5am.
I know I did this all wrong. I should’ve never got involved with a girl like that beyond the initial fuck. But I got attached. Bad. And now I don’t know what to do. Can I eventually bring her back and somehow keep her for sex and access? Should I dead it 100%? Part of me wants revenge badly. I don’t know how maybe get her so hooked and then dump or fuck someone in front of her or something. I don’t know sounds childish but I’m burning with anger and depression right now.
Part of me wants to tell her off for closure. Like you fucked up something good, you’re trash, you’ll get what you deserve blah blah sounds gay as fuck but I want to explode.
Feel free to laugh and ridicule, but I’d appreciate some input fellas. Thanks.
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2020.07.10 13:48 AshleighBSB Confessions of a Teenage Celebrity - Chapter 5: Nutcracker (Part 2)

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I’m not sure exactly what happened, but the next morning Walter joined me for our morning run like everything was normal. After stretching in front of his dorm, he headed up the steps and I started towards Claybourne. He shouted to me from the doorway.
“Hey. MAC Attack. After classes. Weddas.”
I thought I saw the ghost of a smile as he went into the building.

I wasn’t about to turn down a game of Weddas. When I arrived that afternoon, I was surprised to see Melinda sitting across from him. I smiled as I sat beside her.
“What’s up, third formers? Why the summons?”
“Melinda said you wanted to hang out.” Walter was smiling, but his tone still held some anger. “So, this is us hanging out. In public. You want a snack before we start?”
I looked at Walter a moment before turning to Melinda. “Can I have some?” I pointed to her fries.
“That depends,” she said coyly. She pointed a fry at Walter. “Do you have his appetite?”
She was adorable. I laughed and Walter smiled. “I’ll get my own.”
“Hey, can you get me some, too?” Walter asked as I slid out of the booth.
“Maybe.” He was my brother and he was finally making an effort to spend some time with me. Of course I would get him fries.
As I returned to the table, I saw a girl talking to Walter and Melinda. She went to stand in line as I slid in beside Melinda.
“Friend?” I passed Walter his basket.
Melinda smiled. “Walter’s gonna help her in Latin.”
“She’s cute.” When my brother started to turn red, I winked Melinda. “You’re cuter.”
“Stop that. Now,” Walter insisted. “No flirting during Weddas.”
“Sorry,” I said, not meaning it. “Couldn’t help it.”

Playing Weddas with Walter felt almost like we were back at home, except when we got overly excited about a word, like Walter complaining when I used qat, our voices carried across the MAC. I noticed people looking in our direction, but I think Walter may have been blissfully oblivious. And, of course, there was Melinda.
The first time I brushed my arm against hers, I was reaching for a fry as she was rearranging the tiles on her tray. I had the sudden desire to kiss her, but I didn’t. She smiled at me and I wondered if she was thinking the same as I was. Luckily, Walter was too concerned about beating me that he failed to notice. As the game went on, I brushed my arm against hers a few more times. I loved the way it made me feel, but I also loved the smile I got in return.
After Walter used the last tiles in the bag, we played until Walter and I cleared our boards. I could see Melinda’s frustration as she continued to pass, unable to form words.
When Walter announced he had won, I placed my arm around Melinda. The game was over, so I could flirt now, right?
I leaned closer and pulled her tray towards me. “Lemme see your tiles.” I examined them a moment while looking at the board. “You could have gotten a bunch more words.” I picked up a tile and placed it in the corner formed by two words. “See, if you put this here, you get these three words and...” I counted the tiles involved. “Eighteen points.”
Melinda shook her head. “I know all those words, too. I just didn’t see it.”
I picked up another tile and placed it at the end of a word. “You could have played this, too.”
“Maybe I’ll do better next time,” Melinda shrugged under my arm, but she wasn’t shrugging me away. Actually, I thought she might have leaned into me.
Walter checked the time. “Wanna play again?”
Melinda shook her head. “No! I like this game, but only once a day. More than that, I’ll go nuts!”
I laughed, releasing Melinda so I could use both hands to help my brother clean up. “So, whaddaya say? Should we do this again tomorrow?”
Melinda looked to Walter, who shrugged. “Yeah, I guess so.”

The next afternoon, I snuck up behind Walter at lunch. Melinda saw me and I saw her smile as she took a sip of her water. There were several seats between her and my brother, so I opted for one slightly closer to her. I looked at my brother as I put down my tray.
“So. How was your date last night?”
Sarah and Larry had been talking quietly when I sat down. At the word date, her head snapped up.
“Date? Who had a date?” She looked all around then pointed at her roommate. “You had orchestra. I know. I was there.”
Melinda giggled and I smiled. Walter turned red as he explained who the little cutie was. Then he glared at me. “We did not have a date, which you very well know.”
Melinda helped Walter explain about his study date. I didn’t pay too much attention until he turned to Melinda and said, “I did mention how you and I do the assignments in advance –”
I looked at Melinda. “What? You do extra homework?”
Melinda closed her eyes and sighed as she explained her process of doing her homework an extra night early. It actually sounded like a very smart idea, but I would never admit that.
She tried to turn the subject back to Walter’s study date, but Larry seemed to be having issues with the extra homework, too. He turned to Sarah.
“Did you know about this extra homework thing?”
“Why is this a big deal?” Melinda started to blush.
“Yeah. She told me about it a long time ago. She got the idea from...”
I looked around the table, but Walter and the girls were all looking at their plates. Larry and I exchanged puzzled looks He was the one to voice our question.
“Who? She got the idea from who?”
“Whom,” I corrected automatically.
“An arrogant narcissist who shall remain nameless,” Walter answered. At Larry’s clueless look, Sarah explained Walter was referring to Melinda’s first boyfriend. When Larry insulted the guy, I got the impression there was a very interesting story here. I hoped someday Melinda would be comfortable enough to tell it to me herself.
The conversation turned to ideas for that afternoon, and I suggested going to Checkmate
. When no one knew what I was talking about, I insisted we all go.

“Are you sure you want to take your girlfriend to Checkmate?” Frank asked as we walked towards Walter’s dorm after school.
“She’s not my girlfriend.”
“Whatever. Aren’t you afraid she’s gonna think you’re a geek?”
I shook my head. “I think she’s gonna love it.”
As we headed to the back of the dorm, I heard Larry’s voice. “Is this some sort of upper former prank against third formers?” Man, I loved that guy!
“Wow, way to be paranoid.” I pointed to Frank. “Has everyone met Frank? Frank, that’s Walter’s friend Larry and Melinda’s roommate Sarah. This is Pete. Call him Frank. Okay. Let’s go.”
We walked along quietly for a while, everyone following me, until Walter finally tried to get more details about where we were going. I refused to tell him. I really wanted to see his face when we got there.
I led them to the board game café and held the door so I could see each one’s reactions they walked inside. I followed them in, removing my hat and scarf as the door shut behind me. I headed to the counter, noticing the old guys playing chess by the window. Sometimes I thought those two might live at that table.
Spencer stood from his stool to greet us. “Do my eyes deceive me? Or has Pat Evans finally returned to Checkmate?”
We did our secret handshake and he asked when I had returned. I explained it had been a busy two weeks and introduced him to Walter and his friends.
Walter looked like he was in heaven. “What is this place?”
I explained that he could spend all afternoon here playing whatever games he liked. Then, after everyone paid, I sent them to the white boards in the back of the room while I went to get a game. But, I couldn’t find it on the shelf
“Spence! You reorganized!”
“No, I didn’t! What’re you looking for?”
“Pictowar!”
“It’s over there!”
“No, it’s not!”
“I can’t concentrate!” Spencer’s uncle shouted at me.
Spencer’s father sighed. “Spence, you reorganized back in May. It’s in the family game section, two bookcases to your left.”
“Thanks, Rick.” I found the game and sat beside Melinda.
I removed the markers from the box and explained the rules. I declared Frank and I team captains and everyone else drew lots to divide the teams. I ended up with both girls, which was fine by me.
Frank and I went first. He flipped the first card and swore. When he showed it to me, I made a sour face. How was I supposed to draw that?
I flipped the timer, shouted “go!” and started drawing.
Sarah started yelling behind me. “Circle. Man. Dead. Sleeping. Kick.”
I gave her a puzzled look, but caught Frank’s drawing of a boot on the opposite board. I continued my drawing.
“Marco Polo!” Melinda shouted.
“Yes!” I gave her a high five, although I wanted to hug her. “We get a point. Okay. Who’s next?”

We played until the other team won, twenty-one to fifteen. Then, everyone started wandering around looking at the different games. When Melinda headed towards the puzzle section, I followed her. I stood close enough to smell her shampoo.
“Have you ever played Mancala?”
When she said no, I removed the blue tin from the shelf and took her hand, leading her to a table for two. I told myself I chose this table because it was easier to play the game. But it also gave us the added bonus of some privacy. I set up the board and explained the directions. She seemed to understand the basics but wanted a practice round. We played for real and Melinda beat me, twenty-nine to nineteen.
I smiled at her as she bounced excitedly in her seat. Suddenly, she stopped and narrowed her eyes. “Wait, you let me win, didn’t you?”
“I promise. I didn’t. We can play again if you don’t believe me.”
“Nah. Let’s play something else.”
“Oh. I have a great idea. Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
I went to the counter, where the paper games were stored and grabbed a sheet of dots and two colored pencils. Melinda recognized the game and sent me an infectious smile.
She wasn’t very good at this game, unless she was purposefully setting up boxes for me to get the point. It took a while, but I beat her sixty-four to thirty-five. We played a few more times and she got better, but I still beat her each time.
“What next?” I asked after the fourth round.
Melinda glanced at her phone. “I think we should be heading back for dinner. Why is Sarah texting me? We all decided to grab some hot cocoa at the coffee shop. See you at dinner.”
I looked around. “I never noticed them leave.”
“We should be getting back.”
We put on out coats and hats and said goodbye to Spence. As we walked out the door, I put on my gloves and began wrapping my scarf around my face.
Melinda smiled at me. “You know, it’s not that windy. You probably don’t need the scarf.”
“You realize it’s not for the wind, right?”
“Why else would you wear it? I can never wear scarves. I always feel like they’re strangling me, no matter how loose they are.”
I had to laugh, putting my arm around her and pulling her close to me. She didn’t resist. “You’re adorable. I’m sorry. That was just the randomest comment. I have to wear the scarf in town. I don’t like being recognized.”
We walked a half a block before she spoke again. I think it took her that long to connect the dots. “Is that why you always wear the hat and sunglasses to church?”
I nodded and told her how hard it was going into town when I first started at Hartfield. I explained how Mom had suggested the sunglasses and scarf and how it had just become my habit whenever I go into town.
We talked for a while about me being a celebrity. It wasn’t the normal conversation where people asked me what it was like. She was so easy to talk to. With Melinda, I felt I could share with her some of the downfalls I had experienced. We talked about how I missed Meghan being at school with me and how disappointed I was with the way Walter was avoiding me.
After another block, I pulled her closer, and asked if she would tell me about the ex-boyfriend everyone was discussing at lunch. To my surprise, she explained how her ex had suggested doing his work a day early and she had adopted the idea and done it in every class since September. Then, she told me about how this guy made a bet with his friends about kissing her.
“He was a horrible kisser, anyway,” she told me as we reached the dining hall. “And, why am I telling you all this?”
“It’s the scarf. It makes people want to share their innermost secrets.”
“Then, maybe you shouldn’t wear it.” Melinda giggled as she pulled it away from my mouth. I didn’t mind. We were back on campus.
I wanted to kiss her. Instead, I smiled. “I had fun with you today.” I turned towards the dining hall.
“Oh, I’m not going in yet.”
“Why not?”
“I have to get my books. I always get my books first. Then, I can go straight to the library after dinner.”
“That is so...” I fought for the right word. “studious.”
Melinda shrugged. “I’ve got my routines. It feels weird if I don’t go to the dining hall without my bag.”
I wasn’t about to let her go back on her own. Not when I could spend a few more minutes with her. As we crossed the street towards the dorms, Melinda laced her fingers with mine.
“I had fun with you today, too.”
I took her hand and brought her to the bench behind the humanities building. We sat down. I hadn’t even kissed her and my heart was racing.
“Do you think, maybe you and I could hang out again? Just the two of us?”
Melinda sighed in exasperation. “Pat, it’s still weird.”
I touched her cheek with the back of my hand. “I know. I mean, you do extra homework. How weird is that?”
She put her hands on my chest to playfully push me away. I wondered if she could feel that my heart was ready to leap out of it.
She spoke softly. “Don’t get me wrong. I like spending time with you.”
I smiled and pulled her closer to me. She didn’t object. In fact, she rested her forehead against mine. I wanted to kiss her so badly. I thought I was going to burst at the seams. Instead, I sat up.
“Do you know the story of Daphne and Apollo?”
Melinda thought for a moment. “I remember reading the name, but I don’t remember the story.”
I pulled her close again. She rested her head on my chest and I rested mine on her head. I savored the smell of her shampoo as I wrapped my arms around her and summarized the myth she had read in her English class.
“Am I your Daphne?” She asked when I was done. She suddenly tried to sit up. “Wait, you’re not in love with me, are you?”
I laughed lightly, pulling her back towards me. “No, I’m not saying that. I don’t know what I am. Smitten, I guess.”
“Does the story have a happy ending?”
“Um...Let’s just say I hope things turn out better for us.” I caressed her cheek one more time. “I should let you go.” I didn’t move. I didn’t want to let her go.
“Pat, I just need more time to figure this out. Whatever this is.”
“I’m not trying to rush you. I’m just reminding you that it’s still here.” I kissed her gently on the forehead. I wanted to kiss her mouth, but I wasn’t sure if she would want me to. I left her there as I walked to the dining hall, wondering how such a simple little kiss could make my heart flutter.

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Rules for playing Weddas
1) Each player draws a letter. The player whose letter is the closest to A goes first. Play continues clockwise.
2) Each player draws 7 tiles.
3) The first player spells a word on the table.
4) Players take turns building off that word.
5) The player with the most points at the end wins.

Scoring
Each letter is work one point. If a player makes multiple words on a single turn, each word is counted separately.
Clear rack bonus = extra 10 points
New board = 20 point penalty

NOTE: Playing more than one game a day can be dangerous to your health!

Melinda walked up the interior MAC stairs towards the table in the corner of the loft, where she found Walter sitting with a green velvet drawstring bag on the table in front of him. She said nothing as she slid into the booth across from him.
“You said like Parents’ Weekend,” he reminded her. “I talked to Pat. He’s gonna join us. You want a snack before we start?”
Melinda was not particularly hungry, but the grilled food smelled so good, she could not help herself. She had received her fries and milkshake and returned to her seat when Pat finally arrived. He slid into the booth beside her, flashing that winning smile.
“What’s up, third formers? Why the summons?”
“Melinda said you wanted to hang out,” Walter explained, not completely able to mask the bitterness in his voice. “So this is us hanging out. In public. You want a snack before we start?”
Pat considered his brother a moment, then looked at Melinda and pointed towards her fries. “Can I have some?”
“That depends. Do you have his appetite?” She pointed a fry at Walter with a flirtacious smile.
Pat laughed and Walter smiled.
“I’ll get my own.” Pat slid out of the booth.
Walter turned to his brother. “Hey, can you get me some, too?”
“Maybe.” Melinda could tell by Pat’s smile that meant yeas.
“Melinda?” asked a voice from the opposite end of the loft. Melinda looked towards the staircase, recognizing a girl from her Latin class walking towards her. As she approached, the girl saw Walter sitting in the booth as well. “Oh, hey Walter.”
“Hi, Zayne. How’s it going?”
“Not great.” Zayne sighed as she plopped herself down next to Melinda. “I didn’t do so well on our pop quiz Saturday. How’d you do?” she asked Melinda
Melinda shrugged. “I dunno yet. I just took it today. It didn’t feel too bad.”
“I was wondering if maybe we could study together. Maybe you could help me understand what’s going on. I always think I understand it, and then I don’t seem to do well on the tests.”
Melinda hesitated. “Well, I study with Walter. He helps me understand it. You could join us?”
“Maybe tonight?”
“Oh, I have orchestra tonight.”
“I could still help you,” Walter offered. “I study in the library, up on the second floor.” He shrugged. “If you bring your homework, I can help you with it.”
“Oh, thanks!” Zayne stood as Pat approached the table carrying two containers of fries. Zayne headed into the line, although Melinda saw her glance back as Pat sat beside Melinda, passing Walter one of the cartons. Pat nodded in Zayne’s direction.
“Friend?”
“Walter’s gonna help her in Latin,” Melinda said.
“She’s cute.” Pat smiled, causing Melinda to feel a mild pang of jealousy and Walter to start turning red. Pat winked at Melinda. “You’re cuter.”
“Stop that. Now,” Walter insisted. “No flirting during Weddas.”
“Sorry.” Pat sounded anything but. “Couldn’t help it.”
Melinda said nothing as she plopped another French fry into her mouth. Walter passed out the tile holders, placing the extra ones on the side, then passed the bag around for everyone to select one tile.
“Q,” said Walter.
“K,” announced Pat. He turned to Melinda. “I guess you’re going first.”
She reached into the bag. “X.” She held up her tile for the boys to see.
“I stand corrected.”
Everyone returned their tiles to the bag. Pat shook it a few times before taking out his letters, then waited for everyone else to select their letters before placing frown on the table.

Melinda enjoyed playing with the boys, and most of the game felt as it had during Parents’ Weekend. However, subtle differences reminded Melinda that much had happened in the past two weeks. Every so often, one of the boys would get overly excited and their loud voices would have the other people at the MAC Attack glancing in their direction. And Melinda did not think she was imagining Pat brushing his arm against hers on the table a couple of times. Each time, Melinda felt a tingling sensation that extended from her arm to her belly.
When everyone had used all their tiles, Melinda could not make any new words with any of her remaining letters, but Walter and Pat were able to completely clear their racks.
“So,” Walter announced, “I won with one hundred and twenty points. Pat, you had a hundred and Melinda, you had sixty. That’s not bad.”
Pat put his arm around Melinda and leaned closer to her. “Lemme see your tiles.” He pulled her rack between them. “You could have gotten a bunch more words. See, if you put this here,” he picked up a tile and placed it in a corner formed by the intersection of two words, “you get these three words and…eighteen points.”
Melinda shook her head. “I know all those words, too. I just didn’t see it.”
Pat picked up another tile and placed it at the end of a word. “You could have played this, too.”
Melinda shrugged. “Maybe I’ll do better next time.”
Walter glanced at his watch. “Wanna play again?”
“No,” Melinda declared adamantly. “I like this game, but only once a day. More than that, I’ll go nuts!”
Pat laughed as he removed his arm and started helping Walter place all the tiles into the bag. “So, whaddaya say? Should we do this again tomorrow?” He was looking at Melinda, but she looked to Walter.
“Yeah, I guess so.” Walter shrugged.

The following afternoon, Melinda was the first to notice Pat walking towards the lunch table. Beside her, Sarah and Larry had been involved one of their private conversations, and Walter had his back towards the servery and did not see his brother approaching.
Pat plopped himself in one of the several seats between Melinda and Walter, slightly closer to Melinda, she noticed, and turned to his brother. “So, how was your date last night?”
Melinda was not sure if it was Pat’s presence or the word “date” that caught Sarah’s attention.
“Date? Who had a date?” She looked around, then pointed to Melinda. “You had orchestra. I know. I was there.”
Walter started turning red as Melinda giggled an explanation. “You know Zayne? I forgot her last name.”
Sarah looked towards the ceiling as she recalled the information on their classmate. “It starts with a K. Its unpronounceable. She’s on the…third floor? I think so. Single, I think.” She looked back towards Walter. “You had a date last night?”
Walter seemed to have recovered. “Kryszak,” he said. “I asked her last night. And, no, we did not have a date, which you very well know.” He glared at Pat.
Melinda continued her explanation. “Anyway, Zayne came up to me yesterday asking for help in Latin. I told her Walter helps me and invited her to study with us. When I told her I had rehearsal last night, she still wanted to study with Walter.”
“You didn’t tell me this.” Larry sounded pained as he looked at his friend.
“Um, when exactly was I supposed to tell you? You didn’t show up to dinner last night and when I was looking for you during break, Andy said you were with Sarah.”
“You could have said something this morning.”
“Honestly, I forgot by this morning. Zayne and I studied Latin together. I also helped her with her algebra a little. Then, we just worked quietly for a while. I did mention how you and I do the assignments in advance –”
“What?” Pat turned to Melinda. “You do extra homework?”
Melinda closed her eyes and sighed. “No. I just do it early. So, today is Tuesday. All the homework I was supposed to do tonight, I did it last night. So, today, I could better understand what my teachers are saying. Or participate in class discussions a little better. Tonight, I’ll do the assignments for tomorrow night. Except art. I just draw whatever Mr. Rockwell assigns in class; we don’t have a syllabus there.” Melinda turned her attention back to Walter. “So, is she going to study with us?”
“Not every night. But, she said she might like to join us once in a while. Especially before next week’s quiz.”
“Did you know about this extra homework thing?” Larry asked Sarah.
“Why is this a big deal?” Melinda could feel her face growing warm.
“Yeah. She told me about it a long time ago. She got the idea from…” Sarah trailed off.
Larry and Pat both looked around the table, until Larry voiced what they both were thinking. “Who? She got the idea from who?”
“Whom,” Pat corrected automatically.
“An arrogant narcissist who shall remain nameless,” Walter answered.
Larry thought for a moment. “Nope. Clueless.”
“The first guy she dated,” Sarah whispered.
Larry called Mike an unflattering name that had everyone at the table smiling.
“I feel out of the loop,” Pat said. “But, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, so I’ll just have Walter tell me later.” His smile made it hard for Melinda to know if he was serious.
“Hey, anyone wanna go to the coffee shop this afternoon?” Sarah suggested.
“I usually go there Wednesdays after school to kill time before CCD,” Melinda explained. “I don't think I want to go two days in a row.”
“We could go to Checkmate,” suggested Pat. When he was met with four blank stares he asked, “You guys haven’t discovered Checkmate yet? Okay. We’re going there this afternoon. Everyone bring five bucks and meet me behind Stanton at three”
“What are you getting us into?” Larry asked warily.
Pat merely smiled. “You’ll love it.”

“So, where is your boyfriend taking us?” Sarah asked Melinda as they stood behind Stanton with Walter and Larry.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Melinda said at the same time Walter was saying, “He’s not her boyfriend.”
“Is this some sort of upper former prank against third formers?” Larry asked suspiciously.
“Wow, way to be paranoid,” Pat said from behind them. Although they were all wearing parkas, hats, and gloves to ward against the November chill, Pat had also draped a scarf around his mouth and was wearing large sunglasses, making him nearly unrecognizable. He pointed to his roommate beside him. “Has everyone met Frank? Frank, that’s Walter’s friend Larry and Melinda’s roommate Sarah. This is Pete. Call him Frank. Okay. Let’s go.”
Pat started along the path towards the main road that led into town, and everyone followed in silence for a while. “So, what exactly is this place?” Walter asked as he caught up to his brother.
“Not telling. I wanna surprise you. Frank and I used to go here all the time.”
“Spence is going to be so excited to see you,” Frank said to Pat. “I stopped in to say hi back in September and he was really bummed you were gone for the term.”
The wind started blowing in their direction, slowing their progress and making it difficult to walk. It seemed like a long time before they reached the center of town, with the coffee shop across the street. Instead of crossing either of the streets, however, Pat turned left and continued about half a block before holding open a door.
Melinda followed her friends into the establishment towards a counter a few feet in front of them. In the display case, she could see some movie-theater snacks. There was a half-wall on her right, over which she could see a spattering of tables. There were round tables and angular tables. There were tall tables and short tables. There were booths and chairs. There was even a kids-size table with brightly colored chairs. The room was lined with floor to ceiling bookcases, with other bookcases of various heights positioned around the room separating the tables.
On every shelf were piles of board games, most of which had titles she didn’t recognize. Was it her imagination or were some not even in English? They seemed to be arranged in some order, since the stack closest to Melinda appeared to be world-domination-type games.
There were only three other people in the establishment. Two elderly gentlemen were playing chess at a table by the window with the board imprinted upon it. They did not appear to notice the arrival of Melinda and her friends.
The middle-aged man sitting behind the counter did, however. He stood up and took off the reading glasses that had been sitting on the tip of his nose. He placed an open paperback book on the seat beneath him and rubbed his eyes much like a sleepy child might.
“Do my eyes deceive me,” he said as he put down his hands and smiled wide. “Or has Pat Evans finally returned to Checkmate?”
“Hey Spencer,” Pat greeted him with a complicated handshake.
“When did you get back?”
“A little over two weeks ago. And, before you ask, I had a lot of work to catch up on, so I haven’t had time to come visit. But, here I am. And, I brought you new customers.”
Pat gestured behind him. “This is my brother, Walter. And, those are his friends: Melinda, Sarah, and Larry. This is Spencer. He owns the place.”
“What is this place?” Walter asked reverently. He had the look of a young child walking into a large toy store for the first time.
“It’s a game café. You can stay and play as many games as you want all afternoon. You just have to be careful not to break any of the games.”
“I’ve collected games from all different countries,” Spencer explained. “You tell me what you want to play, and we’ll find something like it.”
“I’ve already got a game in mind for now,” Pat said. “Okay, now everyone pay up. I don’t have enough cash to cover everyone.”
Everyone passed their five dollars to Pat, who handed the money to Spencer, then Pat gestured to a large table in the back corner that could seat the six of them. “Go sit over there. I’m gonna get the game.”
Pat wandered towards a bookshelf near the front of the room and frowned. He shouted across the café, “Spence! You reorganized!”
“No, I didn’t!” Spencer shouted in reply. “What’re you looking for?”
“Pictowar!”
“It’s over there!”
“No, it’s not!”
“I can’t concentrate!” shouted one of the older gentlemen near Pat.
The other older man sighed. “Spence, you reorganized back in May. It’s in the family game section, two bookcases to your left.”
“Thanks, Rick,” Pat replied.
Pat retrieved the game and brought it to their table, sitting beside Melinda.
“Pat, how often do you come here that you know the other customers’ names?” she asked.
He opened the box. “Huh? Oh, that’s Rick. He’s Spencer’s father. The other guy is John, his brother. Spencer lets them play for free. They’re here every day. He kinda built this place for them.”
Pat took out a bunch of whiteboard markers and explained the rules. His team would use one whiteboard while Frank’s would use the other. When no one had any questions, Pat divided the teams. He took a piece of paper and split it four ways, writing P on two pieces and F on the other. He crumpled all four pieces into balls and placed them in his ski cap. After shaking the cap, he held it out to Melinda. She took one and passed the hat to Sarah, who passed it to Larry, then to Walter. Melinda and Sarah both ended up on Pat’s team and Larry and Walter were with Frank.
Frank and Pat both went first. Frank flipped the first card, swore under his breath, and showed the card to Pat. Pat grimaced and flipped the sand hourglass timer.
“Go!” He grabbed a marker and raced to his board.
Melinda looked at the circle he drew and the stick figure on top of it. He had drawn x’s for eyes. Was the man dead? Sarah was yelling random words.
“Circle. Man. Dead. Sleeping. Kick.”
“How’d you get kick?” Melinda asked.
Sarah pointed to the other board, where Frank had drawn a boot. There was a stick figure in a boat. Now, Frank was drawing a swimming pool with another stick figure in a blindfold. Meanwhile, Pat was drawing more stick figures.
“Marco Polo!” Melinda shouted.
“Yes!” Pat gave her a high five. “We get a point. Okay. Who’s next?”
Melinda and Walter both drew next, and Melinda was glad she had been drawing so many fruit bowls in art class when she saw the word was “Banana split.”
It did not take long for Sarah to guess her picture. Melinda was able to guess “Three Blind Mice” from Larry’s picture instead of Sarah’s.
“We’re awesome!” Pat declared. “We need a team name.”
Frank grumbled testily. “No team names! Just draw. Come on, guys. We need to earn some points!”

They played until Frank’s team won, twenty-one to fifteen. “Okay. What’s next?” Frank asked as he started putting the markers and cards back into the box.
Walter immediately got up and began looking around the room at the various games. Everyone else did the same. Pat followed Melinda to the puzzle games section and stood silently beside her as they examined the games.
“Have you ever played Mancala?” Pat asked after a few moments.
Melinda shook her head. “No.”
“Come on. I’ll show you.” He pulled a thin blue tin off the shelf then grabbed her hand, leading her to a small table for two. They sat opposite each other and he pulled a wooden rectangle slightly larger than an egg carton out of the tin. He flipped it open along the shorter edge and Melinda saw an oval depression on each end of the board, reminding her of the end zone on a football field. Between the two ovals were smaller ovals arranged in pairs. There were brightly colored glass stones in some of the holes.
Pat reorganized all the stones until there were four in each small hole and the larger ovals were empty. He then explained the directions.
“Can we play a practice round?”
“Of course.” Pat’s smile nearly made Melinda forget she was about to compete against him.
The game did not take very long and Melinda figured out the rules fairly quickly. After several rounds, Melinda finally beat Pat, twenty-nine to nineteen.
“Yay! I won!” Melinda considered Pat’s smile a moment. “Wait, you let me win, didn’t you?”
“I promise. I didn’t. We can play again if you don’t believe me.”
“Nah. Let’s play something else.”
“Oh. I have a great idea. Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
Melinda watched Pat stroll over to the counter to ask Spencer for something. Spencer pointed to a bookshelf beside him, where Pat removed some paper and grabbed two colored pencils before returning to the table.
“Dots and boxes!” Pat showed Melinda a page covered with a large grid of dots.
“I’ve played this before.”
It took them a while to play the game, and Melinda had a tendency to build three sides of a box and leave the fourth for Pat to score a point. Pat had a tendency to find connections where he could build multiple boxes in one turn. As a result, he beat her sixty-four to thirty-five. They played three more rounds, with Melinda getting slightly higher scores each time, but never actually beating him.
“What next?” Pat asked after the final round.
Melinda checked the time on her phone. “I think we should be heading back for dinner. Why is Sarah texting me?”
Melinda clicked on her text messages icon as she looked around the café, realizing she didn’t see any of her friends. “We all decided to grab some hot cocoa at the coffee shop,” she read aloud. “See you at dinner.”
“I never noticed them leave.”
“We should be getting back.”
“Okay.”
After they bundled themselves against the cold, Pat once again did the complicated handshake with Spencer before putting on his gloves. Then he busily wrapped the scarf around his face while they walked back towards the center of town.
Melinda raised her eyebrows. “You know, it’s not that windy. You probably don’t need the scarf.”
“You realize it’s not for the wind, right?”
“Why else would you wear it? I can never wear scarves. I always feel like they’re strangling me, no matter how loose they are.”
Pat looked at Melinda for a moment and laughed as he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. “You’re adorable. I’m sorry. That was just the randomest comment. I have to wear the scarf in town. I don’t like being recognized.”
It took Melinda almost half a block to understand what Pat was saying. “Is that why you always wear the hat and sunglasses to church?”
Pat nodded. “When I was a third former, I tried just going into town a few times. And I was bombarded by people wanting my autograph or photos. Sometimes, I don’t mind. But, it happened every time I went into town. By Thanksgiving, I was pretty sick of it. Mom suggested the sunglasses and scarf. I told her that it was ridiculous and would never work, but it did. So now, I always hide myself when I go into town.”
“I didn’t think it bothered you. I mean, you’re not worried about it at school.”
“I was when I was a third former. I wanted to be normal, and that’s really hard sometimes. I guess it helped that Meghan was already here, and people had stopped bothering her. I hung around with her a lot when I was a third-former.”
“You miss her being here?”
“I thought I wouldn’t, because Walter’s here now. But, he’s been such a…I can’t say the word I want to say.”
“Blockhead?”
“I like that one. He’s been such a blockhead about the whole thing, it’s made me miss Meghan more. That’s one of the reasons I invited her this weekend. Another was just to annoy Walter.”
Melinda giggled. “I talked to him the other night. I think he’s trying.”
Pat shrugged but made no further comment on the subject. Instead, he pulled her a little closer. “So, feel like telling me about the guy who made you do extra homework?”
Melinda sighed. “I dated this guy a couple of months ago. In one of our conversations, he mentioned doing homework a day early so he could understand the teacher. I thought it was a good idea and decided to do it in all my classes. Walter wanted to keep studying with me, so he did it too. That’s pretty much the whole story.”
“No, it’s not. My brother really seemed to dislike him.”
“Well, Walter didn’t think much of him before we started hanging out, but then he got really mad after the bet. So did Larry.”
“What bet?”
“He made a bet with some of his friends that he could kiss me. And he didn’t see anything wrong with doing that. So, I broke up with him. He was a horrible kisser, anyway. And, why am I telling you all this?”
“It’s the scarf. It makes people want to share their innermost secrets.”
Melinda laughed and pulled down the scarf. “Then, maybe you shouldn’t wear it.”
Pat smiled at her as they approached the rear entrance of the dining hall. “I had fun with you today.” He reached for the door.
“Oh, I’m not going in yet.”
“Why not?”
“I have to get my books. I always get my books first. Then, I can go straight to the library after dinner.”
“That is so…studious,” Pat frowned.
Melinda shrugged. “I’ve got my routines. It feels weird if I don’t go to the dining hall without my bag.”
Pat continued walking with her to the dorms. As they crossed the street, Melinda said, “I had fun with you today, too.”
Pat took her hand and led her to a bench behind the humanities building, where they sat facing each other.
“Do you think, maybe you and I could hang out again? Just the two of us?”
Melinda sighed in exasperation. “Pat, it’s still weird.”
He touched her cheek with the back of his hand. “I know. I mean, you do extra homework. How weird is that?”
She pushed against his chest gently and spoke softly. “Don’t get me wrong. I like spending time with you.”
Pat smiled and pulled her close. She rested her forehead against his. Part of her wondered if he would kiss her. Instead, he sat up suddenly.
“Do you know the story of Daphne and Apollo?”
Melinda thought for a moment before replying. “I remember reading the name, but I don’t remember the story.”
Pat put his arm around Melinda and drew her near. She rested her head on his chest and he placed his on her head, his arms wrapped around her as he reminded her of the myth.
“Apollo was madly in love with Daphne, but she didn’t feel the same way. She was constantly running away from him, but he continued to chase her.”
“Am I your Daphne? Wait, you’re not in love with me, are you?” Melinda tried to sit up.
Pat held her close as he gave a small chuckle. “No, I’m not saying that. I don’t know what I am. Smitten, I guess.”
“Does the story have a happy ending?”
“Um…Let’s just say I hope things turn out better for us.” He caressed her cheek one more time and whispered in her ear. “I should let you go.” He made no motions to do so.
“Pat, I just need more time to figure this out. Whatever this is.”
“I’m not trying to rush you. I’m just reminding you that it’s still here.” He kissed her gently on the forehead before rising and returning to the dining hall. Melinda watched him leave, remaining on the bench until her heart began beating normally again before returning to her room.
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I’m not sure exactly what happened, but the next morning Walter joined me for our morning run like everything was normal. After stretching in front of his dorm, he headed up the steps and I started towards Claybourne. He shouted to me from the doorway.
“Hey. MAC Attack. After classes. Weddas.”
I thought I saw the ghost of a smile as he went into the building.

I wasn’t about to turn down a game of Weddas. When I arrived that afternoon, I was surprised to see Melinda sitting across from him. I smiled as I sat beside her.
“What’s up, third formers? Why the summons?”
“Melinda said you wanted to hang out.” Walter was smiling, but his tone still held some anger. “So, this is us hanging out. In public. You want a snack before we start?”
I looked at Walter a moment before turning to Melinda. “Can I have some?” I pointed to her fries.
“That depends,” she said coyly. She pointed a fry at Walter. “Do you have his appetite?”
She was adorable. I laughed and Walter smiled. “I’ll get my own.”
“Hey, can you get me some, too?” Walter asked as I slid out of the booth.
“Maybe.” He was my brother and he was finally making an effort to spend some time with me. Of course I would get him fries.
As I returned to the table, I saw a girl talking to Walter and Melinda. She went to stand in line as I slid in beside Melinda.
“Friend?” I passed Walter his basket.
Melinda smiled. “Walter’s gonna help her in Latin.”
“She’s cute.” When my brother started to turn red, I winked Melinda. “You’re cuter.”
“Stop that. Now,” Walter insisted. “No flirting during Weddas.”
“Sorry,” I said, not meaning it. “Couldn’t help it.”

Playing Weddas with Walter felt almost like we were back at home, except when we got overly excited about a word, like Walter complaining when I used qat, our voices carried across the MAC. I noticed people looking in our direction, but I think Walter may have been blissfully oblivious. And, of course, there was Melinda.
The first time I brushed my arm against hers, I was reaching for a fry as she was rearranging the tiles on her tray. I had the sudden desire to kiss her, but I didn’t. She smiled at me and I wondered if she was thinking the same as I was. Luckily, Walter was too concerned about beating me that he failed to notice. As the game went on, I brushed my arm against hers a few more times. I loved the way it made me feel, but I also loved the smile I got in return.
After Walter used the last tiles in the bag, we played until Walter and I cleared our boards. I could see Melinda’s frustration as she continued to pass, unable to form words.
When Walter announced he had won, I placed my arm around Melinda. The game was over, so I could flirt now, right?
I leaned closer and pulled her tray towards me. “Lemme see your tiles.” I examined them a moment while looking at the board. “You could have gotten a bunch more words.” I picked up a tile and placed it in the corner formed by two words. “See, if you put this here, you get these three words and...” I counted the tiles involved. “Eighteen points.”
Melinda shook her head. “I know all those words, too. I just didn’t see it.”
I picked up another tile and placed it at the end of a word. “You could have played this, too.”
“Maybe I’ll do better next time,” Melinda shrugged under my arm, but she wasn’t shrugging me away. Actually, I thought she might have leaned into me.
Walter checked the time. “Wanna play again?”
Melinda shook her head. “No! I like this game, but only once a day. More than that, I’ll go nuts!”
I laughed, releasing Melinda so I could use both hands to help my brother clean up. “So, whaddaya say? Should we do this again tomorrow?”
Melinda looked to Walter, who shrugged. “Yeah, I guess so.”

The next afternoon, I snuck up behind Walter at lunch. Melinda saw me and I saw her smile as she took a sip of her water. There were several seats between her and my brother, so I opted for one slightly closer to her. I looked at my brother as I put down my tray.
“So. How was your date last night?”
Sarah and Larry had been talking quietly when I sat down. At the word date, her head snapped up.
“Date? Who had a date?” She looked all around then pointed at her roommate. “You had orchestra. I know. I was there.”
Melinda giggled and I smiled. Walter turned red as he explained who the little cutie was. Then he glared at me. “We did not have a date, which you very well know.”
Melinda helped Walter explain about his study date. I didn’t pay too much attention until he turned to Melinda and said, “I did mention how you and I do the assignments in advance –”
I looked at Melinda. “What? You do extra homework?”
Melinda closed her eyes and sighed as she explained her process of doing her homework an extra night early. It actually sounded like a very smart idea, but I would never admit that.
She tried to turn the subject back to Walter’s study date, but Larry seemed to be having issues with the extra homework, too. He turned to Sarah.
“Did you know about this extra homework thing?”
“Why is this a big deal?” Melinda started to blush.
“Yeah. She told me about it a long time ago. She got the idea from...”
I looked around the table, but Walter and the girls were all looking at their plates. Larry and I exchanged puzzled looks He was the one to voice our question.
“Who? She got the idea from who?”
“Whom,” I corrected automatically.
“An arrogant narcissist who shall remain nameless,” Walter answered. At Larry’s clueless look, Sarah explained Walter was referring to Melinda’s first boyfriend. When Larry insulted the guy, I got the impression there was a very interesting story here. I hoped someday Melinda would be comfortable enough to tell it to me herself.
The conversation turned to ideas for that afternoon, and I suggested going to Checkmate
. When no one knew what I was talking about, I insisted we all go.

“Are you sure you want to take your girlfriend to Checkmate?” Frank asked as we walked towards Walter’s dorm after school.
“She’s not my girlfriend.”
“Whatever. Aren’t you afraid she’s gonna think you’re a geek?”
I shook my head. “I think she’s gonna love it.”
As we headed to the back of the dorm, I heard Larry’s voice. “Is this some sort of upper former prank against third formers?” Man, I loved that guy!
“Wow, way to be paranoid.” I pointed to Frank. “Has everyone met Frank? Frank, that’s Walter’s friend Larry and Melinda’s roommate Sarah. This is Pete. Call him Frank. Okay. Let’s go.”
We walked along quietly for a while, everyone following me, until Walter finally tried to get more details about where we were going. I refused to tell him. I really wanted to see his face when we got there.
I led them to the board game café and held the door so I could see each one’s reactions they walked inside. I followed them in, removing my hat and scarf as the door shut behind me. I headed to the counter, noticing the old guys playing chess by the window. Sometimes I thought those two might live at that table.
Spencer stood from his stool to greet us. “Do my eyes deceive me? Or has Pat Evans finally returned to Checkmate?”
We did our secret handshake and he asked when I had returned. I explained it had been a busy two weeks and introduced him to Walter and his friends.
Walter looked like he was in heaven. “What is this place?”
I explained that he could spend all afternoon here playing whatever games he liked. Then, after everyone paid, I sent them to the white boards in the back of the room while I went to get a game. But, I couldn’t find it on the shelf
“Spence! You reorganized!”
“No, I didn’t! What’re you looking for?”
“Pictowar!”
“It’s over there!”
“No, it’s not!”
“I can’t concentrate!” Spencer’s uncle shouted at me.
Spencer’s father sighed. “Spence, you reorganized back in May. It’s in the family game section, two bookcases to your left.”
“Thanks, Rick.” I found the game and sat beside Melinda.
I removed the markers from the box and explained the rules. I declared Frank and I team captains and everyone else drew lots to divide the teams. I ended up with both girls, which was fine by me.
Frank and I went first. He flipped the first card and swore. When he showed it to me, I made a sour face. How was I supposed to draw that?
I flipped the timer, shouted “go!” and started drawing.
Sarah started yelling behind me. “Circle. Man. Dead. Sleeping. Kick.”
I gave her a puzzled look, but caught Frank’s drawing of a boot on the opposite board. I continued my drawing.
“Marco Polo!” Melinda shouted.
“Yes!” I gave her a high five, although I wanted to hug her. “We get a point. Okay. Who’s next?”

We played until the other team won, twenty-one to fifteen. Then, everyone started wandering around looking at the different games. When Melinda headed towards the puzzle section, I followed her. I stood close enough to smell her shampoo.
“Have you ever played Mancala?”
When she said no, I removed the blue tin from the shelf and took her hand, leading her to a table for two. I told myself I chose this table because it was easier to play the game. But it also gave us the added bonus of some privacy. I set up the board and explained the directions. She seemed to understand the basics but wanted a practice round. We played for real and Melinda beat me, twenty-nine to nineteen.
I smiled at her as she bounced excitedly in her seat. Suddenly, she stopped and narrowed her eyes. “Wait, you let me win, didn’t you?”
“I promise. I didn’t. We can play again if you don’t believe me.”
“Nah. Let’s play something else.”
“Oh. I have a great idea. Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
I went to the counter, where the paper games were stored and grabbed a sheet of dots and two colored pencils. Melinda recognized the game and sent me an infectious smile.
She wasn’t very good at this game, unless she was purposefully setting up boxes for me to get the point. It took a while, but I beat her sixty-four to thirty-five. We played a few more times and she got better, but I still beat her each time.
“What next?” I asked after the fourth round.
Melinda glanced at her phone. “I think we should be heading back for dinner. Why is Sarah texting me? We all decided to grab some hot cocoa at the coffee shop. See you at dinner.”
I looked around. “I never noticed them leave.”
“We should be getting back.”
We put on out coats and hats and said goodbye to Spence. As we walked out the door, I put on my gloves and began wrapping my scarf around my face.
Melinda smiled at me. “You know, it’s not that windy. You probably don’t need the scarf.”
“You realize it’s not for the wind, right?”
“Why else would you wear it? I can never wear scarves. I always feel like they’re strangling me, no matter how loose they are.”
I had to laugh, putting my arm around her and pulling her close to me. She didn’t resist. “You’re adorable. I’m sorry. That was just the randomest comment. I have to wear the scarf in town. I don’t like being recognized.”
We walked a half a block before she spoke again. I think it took her that long to connect the dots. “Is that why you always wear the hat and sunglasses to church?”
I nodded and told her how hard it was going into town when I first started at Hartfield. I explained how Mom had suggested the sunglasses and scarf and how it had just become my habit whenever I go into town.
We talked for a while about me being a celebrity. It wasn’t the normal conversation where people asked me what it was like. She was so easy to talk to. With Melinda, I felt I could share with her some of the downfalls I had experienced. We talked about how I missed Meghan being at school with me and how disappointed I was with the way Walter was avoiding me.
After another block, I pulled her closer, and asked if she would tell me about the ex-boyfriend everyone was discussing at lunch. To my surprise, she explained how her ex had suggested doing his work a day early and she had adopted the idea and done it in every class since September. Then, she told me about how this guy made a bet with his friends about kissing her.
“He was a horrible kisser, anyway,” she told me as we reached the dining hall. “And, why am I telling you all this?”
“It’s the scarf. It makes people want to share their innermost secrets.”
“Then, maybe you shouldn’t wear it.” Melinda giggled as she pulled it away from my mouth. I didn’t mind. We were back on campus.
I wanted to kiss her. Instead, I smiled. “I had fun with you today.” I turned towards the dining hall.
“Oh, I’m not going in yet.”
“Why not?”
“I have to get my books. I always get my books first. Then, I can go straight to the library after dinner.”
“That is so...” I fought for the right word. “studious.”
Melinda shrugged. “I’ve got my routines. It feels weird if I don’t go to the dining hall without my bag.”
I wasn’t about to let her go back on her own. Not when I could spend a few more minutes with her. As we crossed the street towards the dorms, Melinda laced her fingers with mine.
“I had fun with you today, too.”
I took her hand and brought her to the bench behind the humanities building. We sat down. I hadn’t even kissed her and my heart was racing.
“Do you think, maybe you and I could hang out again? Just the two of us?”
Melinda sighed in exasperation. “Pat, it’s still weird.”
I touched her cheek with the back of my hand. “I know. I mean, you do extra homework. How weird is that?”
She put her hands on my chest to playfully push me away. I wondered if she could feel that my heart was ready to leap out of it.
She spoke softly. “Don’t get me wrong. I like spending time with you.”
I smiled and pulled her closer to me. She didn’t object. In fact, she rested her forehead against mine. I wanted to kiss her so badly. I thought I was going to burst at the seams. Instead, I sat up.
“Do you know the story of Daphne and Apollo?”
Melinda thought for a moment. “I remember reading the name, but I don’t remember the story.”
I pulled her close again. She rested her head on my chest and I rested mine on her head. I savored the smell of her shampoo as I wrapped my arms around her and summarized the myth she had read in her English class.
“Am I your Daphne?” She asked when I was done. She suddenly tried to sit up. “Wait, you’re not in love with me, are you?”
I laughed lightly, pulling her back towards me. “No, I’m not saying that. I don’t know what I am. Smitten, I guess.”
“Does the story have a happy ending?”
“Um...Let’s just say I hope things turn out better for us.” I caressed her cheek one more time. “I should let you go.” I didn’t move. I didn’t want to let her go.
“Pat, I just need more time to figure this out. Whatever this is.”
“I’m not trying to rush you. I’m just reminding you that it’s still here.” I kissed her gently on the forehead. I wanted to kiss her mouth, but I wasn’t sure if she would want me to. I left her there as I walked to the dining hall, wondering how such a simple little kiss could make my heart flutter.

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Rules for playing Weddas
1) Each player draws a letter. The player whose letter is the closest to A goes first. Play continues clockwise.
2) Each player draws 7 tiles.
3) The first player spells a word on the table.
4) Players take turns building off that word.
5) The player with the most points at the end wins.

Scoring
Each letter is work one point. If a player makes multiple words on a single turn, each word is counted separately.
Clear rack bonus = extra 10 points
New board = 20 point penalty

NOTE: Playing more than one game a day can be dangerous to your health!

Melinda walked up the interior MAC stairs towards the table in the corner of the loft, where she found Walter sitting with a green velvet drawstring bag on the table in front of him. She said nothing as she slid into the booth across from him.
“You said like Parents’ Weekend,” he reminded her. “I talked to Pat. He’s gonna join us. You want a snack before we start?”
Melinda was not particularly hungry, but the grilled food smelled so good, she could not help herself. She had received her fries and milkshake and returned to her seat when Pat finally arrived. He slid into the booth beside her, flashing that winning smile.
“What’s up, third formers? Why the summons?”
“Melinda said you wanted to hang out,” Walter explained, not completely able to mask the bitterness in his voice. “So this is us hanging out. In public. You want a snack before we start?”
Pat considered his brother a moment, then looked at Melinda and pointed towards her fries. “Can I have some?”
“That depends. Do you have his appetite?” She pointed a fry at Walter with a flirtacious smile.
Pat laughed and Walter smiled.
“I’ll get my own.” Pat slid out of the booth.
Walter turned to his brother. “Hey, can you get me some, too?”
“Maybe.” Melinda could tell by Pat’s smile that meant yeas.
“Melinda?” asked a voice from the opposite end of the loft. Melinda looked towards the staircase, recognizing a girl from her Latin class walking towards her. As she approached, the girl saw Walter sitting in the booth as well. “Oh, hey Walter.”
“Hi, Zayne. How’s it going?”
“Not great.” Zayne sighed as she plopped herself down next to Melinda. “I didn’t do so well on our pop quiz Saturday. How’d you do?” she asked Melinda
Melinda shrugged. “I dunno yet. I just took it today. It didn’t feel too bad.”
“I was wondering if maybe we could study together. Maybe you could help me understand what’s going on. I always think I understand it, and then I don’t seem to do well on the tests.”
Melinda hesitated. “Well, I study with Walter. He helps me understand it. You could join us?”
“Maybe tonight?”
“Oh, I have orchestra tonight.”
“I could still help you,” Walter offered. “I study in the library, up on the second floor.” He shrugged. “If you bring your homework, I can help you with it.”
“Oh, thanks!” Zayne stood as Pat approached the table carrying two containers of fries. Zayne headed into the line, although Melinda saw her glance back as Pat sat beside Melinda, passing Walter one of the cartons. Pat nodded in Zayne’s direction.
“Friend?”
“Walter’s gonna help her in Latin,” Melinda said.
“She’s cute.” Pat smiled, causing Melinda to feel a mild pang of jealousy and Walter to start turning red. Pat winked at Melinda. “You’re cuter.”
“Stop that. Now,” Walter insisted. “No flirting during Weddas.”
“Sorry.” Pat sounded anything but. “Couldn’t help it.”
Melinda said nothing as she plopped another French fry into her mouth. Walter passed out the tile holders, placing the extra ones on the side, then passed the bag around for everyone to select one tile.
“Q,” said Walter.
“K,” announced Pat. He turned to Melinda. “I guess you’re going first.”
She reached into the bag. “X.” She held up her tile for the boys to see.
“I stand corrected.”
Everyone returned their tiles to the bag. Pat shook it a few times before taking out his letters, then waited for everyone else to select their letters before placing frown on the table.

Melinda enjoyed playing with the boys, and most of the game felt as it had during Parents’ Weekend. However, subtle differences reminded Melinda that much had happened in the past two weeks. Every so often, one of the boys would get overly excited and their loud voices would have the other people at the MAC Attack glancing in their direction. And Melinda did not think she was imagining Pat brushing his arm against hers on the table a couple of times. Each time, Melinda felt a tingling sensation that extended from her arm to her belly.
When everyone had used all their tiles, Melinda could not make any new words with any of her remaining letters, but Walter and Pat were able to completely clear their racks.
“So,” Walter announced, “I won with one hundred and twenty points. Pat, you had a hundred and Melinda, you had sixty. That’s not bad.”
Pat put his arm around Melinda and leaned closer to her. “Lemme see your tiles.” He pulled her rack between them. “You could have gotten a bunch more words. See, if you put this here,” he picked up a tile and placed it in a corner formed by the intersection of two words, “you get these three words and…eighteen points.”
Melinda shook her head. “I know all those words, too. I just didn’t see it.”
Pat picked up another tile and placed it at the end of a word. “You could have played this, too.”
Melinda shrugged. “Maybe I’ll do better next time.”
Walter glanced at his watch. “Wanna play again?”
“No,” Melinda declared adamantly. “I like this game, but only once a day. More than that, I’ll go nuts!”
Pat laughed as he removed his arm and started helping Walter place all the tiles into the bag. “So, whaddaya say? Should we do this again tomorrow?” He was looking at Melinda, but she looked to Walter.
“Yeah, I guess so.” Walter shrugged.

The following afternoon, Melinda was the first to notice Pat walking towards the lunch table. Beside her, Sarah and Larry had been involved one of their private conversations, and Walter had his back towards the servery and did not see his brother approaching.
Pat plopped himself in one of the several seats between Melinda and Walter, slightly closer to Melinda, she noticed, and turned to his brother. “So, how was your date last night?”
Melinda was not sure if it was Pat’s presence or the word “date” that caught Sarah’s attention.
“Date? Who had a date?” She looked around, then pointed to Melinda. “You had orchestra. I know. I was there.”
Walter started turning red as Melinda giggled an explanation. “You know Zayne? I forgot her last name.”
Sarah looked towards the ceiling as she recalled the information on their classmate. “It starts with a K. Its unpronounceable. She’s on the…third floor? I think so. Single, I think.” She looked back towards Walter. “You had a date last night?”
Walter seemed to have recovered. “Kryszak,” he said. “I asked her last night. And, no, we did not have a date, which you very well know.” He glared at Pat.
Melinda continued her explanation. “Anyway, Zayne came up to me yesterday asking for help in Latin. I told her Walter helps me and invited her to study with us. When I told her I had rehearsal last night, she still wanted to study with Walter.”
“You didn’t tell me this.” Larry sounded pained as he looked at his friend.
“Um, when exactly was I supposed to tell you? You didn’t show up to dinner last night and when I was looking for you during break, Andy said you were with Sarah.”
“You could have said something this morning.”
“Honestly, I forgot by this morning. Zayne and I studied Latin together. I also helped her with her algebra a little. Then, we just worked quietly for a while. I did mention how you and I do the assignments in advance –”
“What?” Pat turned to Melinda. “You do extra homework?”
Melinda closed her eyes and sighed. “No. I just do it early. So, today is Tuesday. All the homework I was supposed to do tonight, I did it last night. So, today, I could better understand what my teachers are saying. Or participate in class discussions a little better. Tonight, I’ll do the assignments for tomorrow night. Except art. I just draw whatever Mr. Rockwell assigns in class; we don’t have a syllabus there.” Melinda turned her attention back to Walter. “So, is she going to study with us?”
“Not every night. But, she said she might like to join us once in a while. Especially before next week’s quiz.”
“Did you know about this extra homework thing?” Larry asked Sarah.
“Why is this a big deal?” Melinda could feel her face growing warm.
“Yeah. She told me about it a long time ago. She got the idea from…” Sarah trailed off.
Larry and Pat both looked around the table, until Larry voiced what they both were thinking. “Who? She got the idea from who?”
“Whom,” Pat corrected automatically.
“An arrogant narcissist who shall remain nameless,” Walter answered.
Larry thought for a moment. “Nope. Clueless.”
“The first guy she dated,” Sarah whispered.
Larry called Mike an unflattering name that had everyone at the table smiling.
“I feel out of the loop,” Pat said. “But, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, so I’ll just have Walter tell me later.” His smile made it hard for Melinda to know if he was serious.
“Hey, anyone wanna go to the coffee shop this afternoon?” Sarah suggested.
“I usually go there Wednesdays after school to kill time before CCD,” Melinda explained. “I don't think I want to go two days in a row.”
“We could go to Checkmate,” suggested Pat. When he was met with four blank stares he asked, “You guys haven’t discovered Checkmate yet? Okay. We’re going there this afternoon. Everyone bring five bucks and meet me behind Stanton at three”
“What are you getting us into?” Larry asked warily.
Pat merely smiled. “You’ll love it.”

“So, where is your boyfriend taking us?” Sarah asked Melinda as they stood behind Stanton with Walter and Larry.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Melinda said at the same time Walter was saying, “He’s not her boyfriend.”
“Is this some sort of upper former prank against third formers?” Larry asked suspiciously.
“Wow, way to be paranoid,” Pat said from behind them. Although they were all wearing parkas, hats, and gloves to ward against the November chill, Pat had also draped a scarf around his mouth and was wearing large sunglasses, making him nearly unrecognizable. He pointed to his roommate beside him. “Has everyone met Frank? Frank, that’s Walter’s friend Larry and Melinda’s roommate Sarah. This is Pete. Call him Frank. Okay. Let’s go.”
Pat started along the path towards the main road that led into town, and everyone followed in silence for a while. “So, what exactly is this place?” Walter asked as he caught up to his brother.
“Not telling. I wanna surprise you. Frank and I used to go here all the time.”
“Spence is going to be so excited to see you,” Frank said to Pat. “I stopped in to say hi back in September and he was really bummed you were gone for the term.”
The wind started blowing in their direction, slowing their progress and making it difficult to walk. It seemed like a long time before they reached the center of town, with the coffee shop across the street. Instead of crossing either of the streets, however, Pat turned left and continued about half a block before holding open a door.
Melinda followed her friends into the establishment towards a counter a few feet in front of them. In the display case, she could see some movie-theater snacks. There was a half-wall on her right, over which she could see a spattering of tables. There were round tables and angular tables. There were tall tables and short tables. There were booths and chairs. There was even a kids-size table with brightly colored chairs. The room was lined with floor to ceiling bookcases, with other bookcases of various heights positioned around the room separating the tables.
On every shelf were piles of board games, most of which had titles she didn’t recognize. Was it her imagination or were some not even in English? They seemed to be arranged in some order, since the stack closest to Melinda appeared to be world-domination-type games.
There were only three other people in the establishment. Two elderly gentlemen were playing chess at a table by the window with the board imprinted upon it. They did not appear to notice the arrival of Melinda and her friends.
The middle-aged man sitting behind the counter did, however. He stood up and took off the reading glasses that had been sitting on the tip of his nose. He placed an open paperback book on the seat beneath him and rubbed his eyes much like a sleepy child might.
“Do my eyes deceive me,” he said as he put down his hands and smiled wide. “Or has Pat Evans finally returned to Checkmate?”
“Hey Spencer,” Pat greeted him with a complicated handshake.
“When did you get back?”
“A little over two weeks ago. And, before you ask, I had a lot of work to catch up on, so I haven’t had time to come visit. But, here I am. And, I brought you new customers.”
Pat gestured behind him. “This is my brother, Walter. And, those are his friends: Melinda, Sarah, and Larry. This is Spencer. He owns the place.”
“What is this place?” Walter asked reverently. He had the look of a young child walking into a large toy store for the first time.
“It’s a game café. You can stay and play as many games as you want all afternoon. You just have to be careful not to break any of the games.”
“I’ve collected games from all different countries,” Spencer explained. “You tell me what you want to play, and we’ll find something like it.”
“I’ve already got a game in mind for now,” Pat said. “Okay, now everyone pay up. I don’t have enough cash to cover everyone.”
Everyone passed their five dollars to Pat, who handed the money to Spencer, then Pat gestured to a large table in the back corner that could seat the six of them. “Go sit over there. I’m gonna get the game.”
Pat wandered towards a bookshelf near the front of the room and frowned. He shouted across the café, “Spence! You reorganized!”
“No, I didn’t!” Spencer shouted in reply. “What’re you looking for?”
“Pictowar!”
“It’s over there!”
“No, it’s not!”
“I can’t concentrate!” shouted one of the older gentlemen near Pat.
The other older man sighed. “Spence, you reorganized back in May. It’s in the family game section, two bookcases to your left.”
“Thanks, Rick,” Pat replied.
Pat retrieved the game and brought it to their table, sitting beside Melinda.
“Pat, how often do you come here that you know the other customers’ names?” she asked.
He opened the box. “Huh? Oh, that’s Rick. He’s Spencer’s father. The other guy is John, his brother. Spencer lets them play for free. They’re here every day. He kinda built this place for them.”
Pat took out a bunch of whiteboard markers and explained the rules. His team would use one whiteboard while Frank’s would use the other. When no one had any questions, Pat divided the teams. He took a piece of paper and split it four ways, writing P on two pieces and F on the other. He crumpled all four pieces into balls and placed them in his ski cap. After shaking the cap, he held it out to Melinda. She took one and passed the hat to Sarah, who passed it to Larry, then to Walter. Melinda and Sarah both ended up on Pat’s team and Larry and Walter were with Frank.
Frank and Pat both went first. Frank flipped the first card, swore under his breath, and showed the card to Pat. Pat grimaced and flipped the sand hourglass timer.
“Go!” He grabbed a marker and raced to his board.
Melinda looked at the circle he drew and the stick figure on top of it. He had drawn x’s for eyes. Was the man dead? Sarah was yelling random words.
“Circle. Man. Dead. Sleeping. Kick.”
“How’d you get kick?” Melinda asked.
Sarah pointed to the other board, where Frank had drawn a boot. There was a stick figure in a boat. Now, Frank was drawing a swimming pool with another stick figure in a blindfold. Meanwhile, Pat was drawing more stick figures.
“Marco Polo!” Melinda shouted.
“Yes!” Pat gave her a high five. “We get a point. Okay. Who’s next?”
Melinda and Walter both drew next, and Melinda was glad she had been drawing so many fruit bowls in art class when she saw the word was “Banana split.”
It did not take long for Sarah to guess her picture. Melinda was able to guess “Three Blind Mice” from Larry’s picture instead of Sarah’s.
“We’re awesome!” Pat declared. “We need a team name.”
Frank grumbled testily. “No team names! Just draw. Come on, guys. We need to earn some points!”

They played until Frank’s team won, twenty-one to fifteen. “Okay. What’s next?” Frank asked as he started putting the markers and cards back into the box.
Walter immediately got up and began looking around the room at the various games. Everyone else did the same. Pat followed Melinda to the puzzle games section and stood silently beside her as they examined the games.
“Have you ever played Mancala?” Pat asked after a few moments.
Melinda shook her head. “No.”
“Come on. I’ll show you.” He pulled a thin blue tin off the shelf then grabbed her hand, leading her to a small table for two. They sat opposite each other and he pulled a wooden rectangle slightly larger than an egg carton out of the tin. He flipped it open along the shorter edge and Melinda saw an oval depression on each end of the board, reminding her of the end zone on a football field. Between the two ovals were smaller ovals arranged in pairs. There were brightly colored glass stones in some of the holes.
Pat reorganized all the stones until there were four in each small hole and the larger ovals were empty. He then explained the directions.
“Can we play a practice round?”
“Of course.” Pat’s smile nearly made Melinda forget she was about to compete against him.
The game did not take very long and Melinda figured out the rules fairly quickly. After several rounds, Melinda finally beat Pat, twenty-nine to nineteen.
“Yay! I won!” Melinda considered Pat’s smile a moment. “Wait, you let me win, didn’t you?”
“I promise. I didn’t. We can play again if you don’t believe me.”
“Nah. Let’s play something else.”
“Oh. I have a great idea. Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
Melinda watched Pat stroll over to the counter to ask Spencer for something. Spencer pointed to a bookshelf beside him, where Pat removed some paper and grabbed two colored pencils before returning to the table.
“Dots and boxes!” Pat showed Melinda a page covered with a large grid of dots.
“I’ve played this before.”
It took them a while to play the game, and Melinda had a tendency to build three sides of a box and leave the fourth for Pat to score a point. Pat had a tendency to find connections where he could build multiple boxes in one turn. As a result, he beat her sixty-four to thirty-five. They played three more rounds, with Melinda getting slightly higher scores each time, but never actually beating him.
“What next?” Pat asked after the final round.
Melinda checked the time on her phone. “I think we should be heading back for dinner. Why is Sarah texting me?”
Melinda clicked on her text messages icon as she looked around the café, realizing she didn’t see any of her friends. “We all decided to grab some hot cocoa at the coffee shop,” she read aloud. “See you at dinner.”
“I never noticed them leave.”
“We should be getting back.”
“Okay.”
After they bundled themselves against the cold, Pat once again did the complicated handshake with Spencer before putting on his gloves. Then he busily wrapped the scarf around his face while they walked back towards the center of town.
Melinda raised her eyebrows. “You know, it’s not that windy. You probably don’t need the scarf.”
“You realize it’s not for the wind, right?”
“Why else would you wear it? I can never wear scarves. I always feel like they’re strangling me, no matter how loose they are.”
Pat looked at Melinda for a moment and laughed as he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. “You’re adorable. I’m sorry. That was just the randomest comment. I have to wear the scarf in town. I don’t like being recognized.”
It took Melinda almost half a block to understand what Pat was saying. “Is that why you always wear the hat and sunglasses to church?”
Pat nodded. “When I was a third former, I tried just going into town a few times. And I was bombarded by people wanting my autograph or photos. Sometimes, I don’t mind. But, it happened every time I went into town. By Thanksgiving, I was pretty sick of it. Mom suggested the sunglasses and scarf. I told her that it was ridiculous and would never work, but it did. So now, I always hide myself when I go into town.”
“I didn’t think it bothered you. I mean, you’re not worried about it at school.”
“I was when I was a third former. I wanted to be normal, and that’s really hard sometimes. I guess it helped that Meghan was already here, and people had stopped bothering her. I hung around with her a lot when I was a third-former.”
“You miss her being here?”
“I thought I wouldn’t, because Walter’s here now. But, he’s been such a…I can’t say the word I want to say.”
“Blockhead?”
“I like that one. He’s been such a blockhead about the whole thing, it’s made me miss Meghan more. That’s one of the reasons I invited her this weekend. Another was just to annoy Walter.”
Melinda giggled. “I talked to him the other night. I think he’s trying.”
Pat shrugged but made no further comment on the subject. Instead, he pulled her a little closer. “So, feel like telling me about the guy who made you do extra homework?”
Melinda sighed. “I dated this guy a couple of months ago. In one of our conversations, he mentioned doing homework a day early so he could understand the teacher. I thought it was a good idea and decided to do it in all my classes. Walter wanted to keep studying with me, so he did it too. That’s pretty much the whole story.”
“No, it’s not. My brother really seemed to dislike him.”
“Well, Walter didn’t think much of him before we started hanging out, but then he got really mad after the bet. So did Larry.”
“What bet?”
“He made a bet with some of his friends that he could kiss me. And he didn’t see anything wrong with doing that. So, I broke up with him. He was a horrible kisser, anyway. And, why am I telling you all this?”
“It’s the scarf. It makes people want to share their innermost secrets.”
Melinda laughed and pulled down the scarf. “Then, maybe you shouldn’t wear it.”
Pat smiled at her as they approached the rear entrance of the dining hall. “I had fun with you today.” He reached for the door.
“Oh, I’m not going in yet.”
“Why not?”
“I have to get my books. I always get my books first. Then, I can go straight to the library after dinner.”
“That is so…studious,” Pat frowned.
Melinda shrugged. “I’ve got my routines. It feels weird if I don’t go to the dining hall without my bag.”
Pat continued walking with her to the dorms. As they crossed the street, Melinda said, “I had fun with you today, too.”
Pat took her hand and led her to a bench behind the humanities building, where they sat facing each other.
“Do you think, maybe you and I could hang out again? Just the two of us?”
Melinda sighed in exasperation. “Pat, it’s still weird.”
He touched her cheek with the back of his hand. “I know. I mean, you do extra homework. How weird is that?”
She pushed against his chest gently and spoke softly. “Don’t get me wrong. I like spending time with you.”
Pat smiled and pulled her close. She rested her forehead against his. Part of her wondered if he would kiss her. Instead, he sat up suddenly.
“Do you know the story of Daphne and Apollo?”
Melinda thought for a moment before replying. “I remember reading the name, but I don’t remember the story.”
Pat put his arm around Melinda and drew her near. She rested her head on his chest and he placed his on her head, his arms wrapped around her as he reminded her of the myth.
“Apollo was madly in love with Daphne, but she didn’t feel the same way. She was constantly running away from him, but he continued to chase her.”
“Am I your Daphne? Wait, you’re not in love with me, are you?” Melinda tried to sit up.
Pat held her close as he gave a small chuckle. “No, I’m not saying that. I don’t know what I am. Smitten, I guess.”
“Does the story have a happy ending?”
“Um…Let’s just say I hope things turn out better for us.” He caressed her cheek one more time and whispered in her ear. “I should let you go.” He made no motions to do so.
“Pat, I just need more time to figure this out. Whatever this is.”
“I’m not trying to rush you. I’m just reminding you that it’s still here.” He kissed her gently on the forehead before rising and returning to the dining hall. Melinda watched him leave, remaining on the bench until her heart began beating normally again before returning to her room.

[Table Of Contents] [Chapter 28 coming July 17]
Follow follow Patrick McGregor's story in Confessions of a Teenage Celebrity - Chapter 5: Nutcracker (Part 2)
A Note From the Author
What are some of your favorite board games?
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2020.07.10 03:58 YourToastIsToasted Not sure how to save this relationship

Hello, first post here.
I have been struggling for the past week with some of the hardest times of my life. I have been talking to this girl for around 8 months (November 2019). We dated for some time in January and then I ended it with her in February. We continued talking romantically. When Covid started, we never got back to dating. She went back with her family about 4 hours from me. She would come to visit me every now and then but it has obviously put a strain on our relationship. Now let me say this.. I was not the best significant other to her in the slightest. Not only have I pushed her away a lot, but I often let my jealousy and trust issues hurt our relationship. She still stuck around with me though, fighting to make us work.
A little over a week ago, we were on the phone. I could tell something was wrong but she wouldn't tell me what it was. She said she was tired and going to bed. I told her goodnight and that I loved her. She said she loved me too. At about 2 AM, I got a text from my friend saying he saw her at a party with another guy. This sent me into immediate panic. I tried talking to her but she said I ruined the relationship and then she ignored me. We talked the next day and she said she needed space from our relationship. Two days later of no contact, she sent me a message saying she loves me and needs me, but doesn't know if she can be with me because I ruined her trust. I told her she needed more space and so we went another two days of no contact. She then texted me officially ending things between us but still asking if we could be friends because she does want to try again once she figures her own life and issues out. We have been talking for the past 3 or 4 days and it has been nice for the most part. She talks about being with me again, coming to see me, even marriage, etc. When I try to flirt back, she talks about how I shouldn't because we are not together. When I bring up the question of when she wants to try again, she is unsure. She also says that she is not closed off to the idea of meeting someone new although she is not actively looking for it. If it happens, it happens. Because of her confusion and not knowing what she wants, I told her to take more space and to not text me unless it is an emergency, if she wants to visit me or me visit her, or if she has figured out her emotions. So we are no contact again.
I really love this chick. I can really see myself with her. I have been beating myself up because I know this is mostly my fault. She was all about me, ready to commit and everything but I pushed her away. Now I feel like it is flipped. I told her everything I felt; what I was sorry for, how much I loved her, how much I wanted to be with her, etc. She says the same things but is still unsure if shes ready. All I want to do is call or text her and keep telling her how I feel and how sorry I am in hopes that it will bring us back together, but I fear it will only push her further away. Im really unsure about what I should do. Sorry for the dump.
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2020.07.10 03:28 nknltlw Hooked up with a major tease/flirt in my social circle after pursuing for a while and then stopping. What's my next play?

Since my sister and I are so close in age we share a common social circle. Honestly, my sister is a better wingman than any of my bro's and has hooked me up with a ton of her friends.
A girl that she's friends with had mentioned interest in me a few months back after me and my ex broke up and my sister gave her my number. I pursued for a while (admittedly more than I should have) and it led to nothing but teasing/flirting over text but no interest in wanting to meet up... constant flaking. I eventually give up after I realize this is the kind of attention that she's looking for to fuel her ego.
A few months pass of me showing no interest and this girl starts to come around again one night when our group of friends went out to the bar.
I made a point to not pursue and let things happen naturally. Of course, now she was all over me. I was amused by the situation and how this girl was proving TRP to be true right in front of my face. I teased her about how much she craved attention and how much of a flirt she was when she'd try to get close to me, but did not actively pursue. I just was focusing on having a good night with my friends.
Eventually it got to the point where she was grabbing my arms and standing right in front of me obviously waiting for me to make the move to kiss her and so I did. We ended up hooking up at my house and it was a crazy time.
Now, how do I continue from here? I texted her the next day something simple like "that was fun, I'll text you later this week to make plans" however she's unavailable as she's a nurse and works on the weekend. She told me she'd keep me updated and would let me know what her schedule looks like next week.
I am afraid that I'll fall back into the same cycle as last time - over-pursuing and scaring her away, but I also know, as a submissive woman, she is looking for someone to take the lead. What's my next play?
Shed some light bros, I'm all ears.
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2020.07.10 02:36 verysadgirly The worst things my narc did, a list for future me to never go back

Hello all. I need to get this off my chest. It’s been a month since my nex of 6 years broke up with me and 6 days no contact. Each day I have to stop myself from sending him a text. Here’s a list to remind myself why I CANNOT break no contact:
Six years of my life, all of my lower 20s were spent trying to make you happy. But it’s just not possible. I gave you every last bit of myself to the point where there’s nothing left I can give. And you left, without a care in the world.
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2020.07.09 23:19 VeralTheRaven Nice Guy DnD "Friend" (sorry, long post)

I never thought I would be posting on here tbh... I'm a junior in college but this is from my freshman and sophomore years up to now with the same guy.
So Winter 2018 I had a cool group of friends, all guys except my sweet wonderful roommate (B) and we played Dungeons and Dragons every week on like mondays or something. We all just kinda met through our one mutual guy friend (R) except for this one dude- we will call him X- who just sort of walked in and asked if he could play.
Being non-confrontational I agreed and he joined and it was pretty cool for a while. Occassionally he would bring up his toxic horrible exes which made everyone a little uncomfortable but that was it. It wasn't until that summer when he started messaging me outside of the group chat that I felt a little awkward. It wasn't quite creepy, but it was very much fishing for compliments or reassurance a lot. Overall, not bad. But that next school year...
X was on a different track (weird christian private school) from me, B, and R so in the fall it was just us three and they introduced me to video games. I grew up being banned from video games as they were of the devil so I was super excited and a little naive. X joined us online and i was so happy to be able to play with all my friends that I kinda pushed X's weirdness away. Unfortunately, I play a healer character who I adore but wears skin tight clothing. X was back on his bullshit of being creepy but turned up to 10 with comments like "[character I play] is thicccc" or "look at [character I play's] booty" or "I'm just going to zoom in on [my character's] boobs, m'lady". Very awkward. He also always seemed to get paired with me as my adc. Like a lot.
We did DnD online too and I was the DM again so I was again, looking forward to it. Unfortunately, he always spent forever describing how handsome his character was or trying to flirt sexually with my NPCs. I felt uncomfortable but chalked it up to his playing a weird ass character.
The personal messages from him grew in frequency and uncomfortable levels. He started confessing that he was struggling with stuff like depression and suicide which made me stop and feel sorry for him because i struggle with depression, anxiety, and ptsd as well as attempted suicide. I fell for the pity and constantly sent him reassurances telling him I was there for him as his friend and we could talk if he needed it. But he was so intense with his and started calling me instead of messaging, for hours and multiple times a day every day.
I started getting annoyed and confided in B who sheepishly confessed to trying to set him up with me. The other guys were in on it and had been acting as his wing men. I told her I had no feelings for him whatsoever and that I had been getting creepy and annoying messages. She was mortified and agreed to stop and try and help steer him away from me. Unfortunately, when she told him I didnt see him romantically, he dialed up to 100.
I started getting creepier messages like he really liked how my voice sounded and he would like a recording of my voice so he could listen to it and calm down and how he wanted to spend alone time with me and only me and how I was one of his favorite people. Keep in mind we only hung out in person for like two months sporadically. I am an alright artist and he kept trying to organize times where I would teach him to draw, but when I agreed, he spent the whole time overly complimenting me or oversharing his personal life with his past exes. He kept calling them insane and psychotic and toxic and totally stupid which, sorta red flags.
Well Christmas Break hits and I think I'm finally getting a break from him, but nope. He texts and calls at least three times a day every day at all hours and at this point I'm pissed. My dad and grandpa are both in the hospital at this time and im at home helping. I tell X that I'm going to be busy all break and for him to please not call or text me during that time. X agrees but proceeds to continue calling and texting nonstop to the point where my mom who has no idea who he is now hates him because he kept interrupting family time- and my mom adores everybody.
I just mute him for the break and kinda forget about him until school starts again. When he comes back I'm still pissed because he didnt respect my wishes and he immediately starts being pissy and asking why I'm mad at him and he thinks I dont like him. I dont like him, but i tell him i had family hospital emergencies and he complains that i should have told him and he would have understood. I fire back that it's none of his business and i dont need to explain me saying "no".
To make things worse, B tells me that X had begun nonstop calling her at all times and complaining and whining and asking why no girl likes him and he's going to kill himself. Now B is the most amazing, sweet, wonderful person but she has anxiety and was too nervous to tell him to stop calling. She confessed to me that X had told her his plan was to convince me to date him and if that didnt work then B was his next choice and if neither of those worked out he was just going to kill himself. I'm horrified, she's worried, and we tell our mutual friend R who is now X's roommate.
Now, R and B start dating and our friend group is super happy for them- except for X. X is pissed because now his other dating option is gone and sulks and is a little bitch about it. He refuses to hang out with us and is rude to B and R. He now latches on to the idea of us dating and ups the creep level. He walks over to our apartment constantly and wants to have one on one hang out sessions. As soon as a third person shows up or is mentioned he's silent and pissy and will either stare from a corner silently or just leave without a word. He repeatedly asks for hugs, knowing I hate physical contact and B has anxiety. He starts to sit extremely close to me and brush against me and crowd me in. I hate non consensual touch and nearly have panic attacks every time. If I move he follows and if I shrink away he leans further in. A friend invited us to play card games but when we arrived, he scooted his chair as close as he could to mine and I'm not sure if it was purposefully or accidentally, groped my chest every time he leaned past me to grab a card.
If I told him off he would sulk and bitch to B. R is now pissed at X because he is giving his gf anxiety. One night X is so angry at B and R and me that he calls B for a 3 hr rant and ends it saying he wants to kill himself. He then won't pick up the phone and ghosts B. I walked in to the room to find B having a panic attack and I'm livid. The asshole was fine btw. As far as I know, X has never properly apologized to B for that shit.
X asked me on a date a few weeks later and i agreed with the intent to straight up tell him how i felt about his advances and behavior. I expected to go to a public place but instead he took me to the empty, poorly lit gardens of our university late at night in the dead of winter. Not a good start. We awkwardly played Pokemon Go while he told me about his crazy psychotic exes and how they were stupid and ugly and toxic. Very romantic. After an awkward frozen hour, he walked me back home with the intent to watch a movie. On the way back I told him I didn't see him romantically and that I never had or had ever given him any sort of sign I did. He tried to argue but I shut it down repeating what i said. He then switched tactics and said he knew i would never like him because he was unlovable and stupid and ugly and very obviously fishing for pity or reassurance. Me, being thoroughly freaked because he is 6 ft and upset and I am a short woman restricted by my winter coat. I tell him that his behavior was unsettling and unnerving and I didnt think he was in the right headspace to date right now if he was dealing with suicide.
This asshole told me I didn't understand because he was suicidal and depressed and he knew nobody loved him so he needed a girlfriend. I got pissed and told him that I had attempted suicide and am constantly drugged up and still knew that this is no headspace to date anyone. We got back to my apartment to see B and R watching a movie and his mood soured. I tried telling him again that he wasn't my type and I didnt want to date anybody and please could he respect my personal space and started getting angry. I hurriedly went inside and he stomped home and later R told me he cried and tried to get sympathy from him.
I thought it was over and things had calmed down but a month later in a new dnd campaign, X and I were both players with R as the DM, X aggressively tried to sexualize me in game. He would make comments trying to make my character out as a whore or a slut and kept suggesting my character seduce and trick NPCs. Fortunately, R and another friend got angry on my behalf and trolled X all campaign. X kept trying to apologize to me but then continued to keep up the sexualizing bullshit.
Also, X got an online gf two weeks after bemoaning the fact that the only two girls he ever wanted to date and wouldnt kill himself over rejected him. They're still together I think but God I pity her. X is still creepy and posts constantly asking for hugs or physical contact from girls. Sometimes i still get creepy messages but he has kept his distance. I feel dirty and gross around him and have even stopped playing video games with my friends because he's still in the group. I am dreading going back to school in the fall because I dont want to feel so dirty. Who knows, maybe he talks to people about how I'm an insane bitch too now.
Oh yeah, B also told me X had talked to her about my boobs for a whole convo and that he and his ex had talked about my boobs so...ew.
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2020.07.09 19:20 Dachless I (17M) dont know whether me or my cousin(15F) and her bestie(17F) are the bad guy

Hi Reddit. Im sort of lost here.
A little Context: For the entire month of June, I was quarantined at my uncles house. I have four cousins, who are all girls, who live there. For privacy sake, lets call the cousin in this story Ali. So Ali has her bestie over A LOT! Ali and her bestie, lets call her Dina, love to play "pranks."
So, one night, around 3AM, Ali and Dina came into the xbox room, which is the room I was sleeping in while I was staying there. They sat down and a couple minutes later, they initiated their "prank." Dina had started asking me, for about an hour, a bunch of weird, and sexualized questions. A couple of these questions were: "Do I watch porn?""Am I a virgin?" "Have I measured before?" And after that last question, she kept saying numbers that ranged from 3 to 8, idk why. I had kept showing I was uncomfortable, by putting my headset on(I was gaming at the time and suck with telling people off) and ignored her questions but Dina kept asking. The next day, looking back, thought for sure she wanted something physical
So, last night I had texted dina, and said: "Hey Dina, do you remember the night you were asking all those questions? I was wondering if that was you dropping hints that you wanted to do something? Because looking back it sort of seems like thats what you were doing." She didnt respond, so I thought that she skipped past it too quickly and about half an hour later, i sent "?" Again, still nothing. So I assumed she was embarrased that I had figured out how she felt. So i then, sent one final snap, saying "You not answering the question, saying 'No im not interested' is you having given me an answer. So thanks for showing interest ig, idk what to say. If it helps, i had a little crush on you. If your still interested, maybe next time?"
Naturally, Dina told Ali about this, and Ali went off of me, saying that I shouldnt have said that and thats disgusting. I apologized profusely for it, but we ended up fighting for over an hour. I ended up getting a confession, from Ali herself, telling me that SHE was the one telling Dina to say all of those sexualized questions. Ali loves manipulation, and getting Dina to sexually flirt with me falls heavily under that IMO. In the past I have been manipulated in that EXACT same way, and it gave me axiety when it came to expressing how i felt about a girl, and I told her that. She didnt even apologize for getting Dina to ask all those questions. I told her she was the most fucked up person ive ever met, because she thinks this sort of stuff is okay. She had the audacity to say "so does that mean u will hop off me. cause how am I fucked if they were questions, funny questions and that i take them too seriously (they werent funny questions, it was visible I was super embarrassed and uncomfortable the whole time) I told her she wants me to be the only bad guy here, but shes also the bad guy. Out of the whole arguement, she only apologized ONCE, while i apologized exactly THIRTEEN times. Who is the bad guy in the situation? Is everyone the bad guy or is it one side thats the bad guy?
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2020.07.09 16:02 askingforhelpthroway My first relationship that gave me happiness seems to be slipping away. I’m unsure what to do, (long story telling)

hard to choose where to begin, but for anyone bold enough to read context to understand my dilemma, please help.
So, I’m a sophomore in highschool next year, and I’ve never really managed to get farther then the friends department when talking to girls, which I really had no issue about.
The beginning of freshman year rolls around, and I’m crushing hard on a girl in my grade. I had already known her for some time, and we dabbled in being friends, but she had been dating someone prior. Nothing serious, but it fucked her up when the guy ghosted her, but I was there to help her get through it.
Over the summer I began to build an infatuation for her, just child’s play, but after going on what I’d call a first date, (walking around town, goofing off in Costco, and honestly having a few long deeper talks,) I really started to like her.
She’s the incredibly touchy type, which is probably a solid reason why I became hooked on her so quickly. When school started, we hit it off, (3 weeks after the “first date.) Every morning, I walk into our freezing campus to hear her sprinting at me to give me a warm hug. To my poor brain it was like we were dating before we even got near it.
She comes from a Mexican family, and is RARELY allowed to go out with friends, and is constantly harrassed by her single mother of 3 kids. Her home is a small run down apartment complex with awful people living next door. Im always the one who she comes to when she’s sobbing because of her mother, which is frequent :(
I walked her home everyday because it was honestly a shit neighborhood and I’ve been close to getting mugged once or twice. It was also just fun being able to talk to her, and normally I just went my way after walking her there, but on a few occasions her mom and siblings weren’t home. She decided to let me in the house and we watched tv on her bed while she lied on my chest almost falling asleep.
To me, you can imagine it’s a dream come true, to her, it’s just something to do with a friend. Smh
We did this 3 or so times, until I was eventually caught when her mom came home, an awkward situation when she found me in the closet, but not really important.
I of course asked her out a few times, but she said she wasn’t ready and was hung up on the boy she used to date.
We’d been best friends for about 5 months, all of that happening in that time. Around October of 2019 something did change though.
It was me, her, and this other unnamed friend. My other friend isn’t very skilled with girls, or socializing, including basically unattractive 😬. We were walking her home, and playing around at the park nearby like retard teenagers. It got late without us realizing, and she panicked. She knew she was as good as dead by her mom, and we were 8 or 9 blocks from her house.
I offered to take her home, while she decided what to do, because my house is 3 blocks away, and my parents were out of town. I’m an only child meaning I could get guests in easy.
She came home with me and my friend, holding my hand the entire way there. We watched a horror movie, and as I was crossing my fingers for, while I was sitting in my chair she hopped up on my lap and I held her while watching the movie. A cute memory. My friend thought she was sad or something because she had been crying about her mom, so he didn’t think anything about it ig. Later on in the night, my friend was bashing skulls in Superhot VR, and me and her were both on my bed.
I wasn’t expecting anything, but she, again, crawled on top of me but this time facing me, and said “do you still like me?” Inches from my mouth.
I nodded my head and you can imagine what transpired for a short period while we narrowly avoided my friend seeing us.
Her mom eventually called her for the 205th time and screamed at her. My crush finally broke and told her where she was. As her mom ran over a small group of third graders rushing over to my home, I consoled her while she cried about what was to come. I felt genuine grief when she had to go because it was my fault it was worse now, then if she went home 4 hours earlier.
(And yes her mom remembered who I was from meeting me in the closet🤡)
We returned to school, she was okay, and it wasn’t that bad. I expected us to begin dating, or something close to it, but it didn’t work out that way. She said she wasn’t really ready to date again, and wanted freedom, but she still really liked me apparently. I accepted this because regardless I’m a horny teenager and she’s my crush.
In the days after that, nothing happened. I tried to work my way into being flirty or changing the dynamic, but it never worked.
It stagnated, and eventually that infatuation she had died. I was disappointed and for months thought I had killed it. We stayed friends, and I started liking another girl for about 4 weeks, while she dated 2 guys in that time. She later told me it was out of desperation and attention, including boredom.
Neither got under her shirt or even kissed her. One of the guys was a funny 81 hour relationship, and the other, is what founded why we are what we are today. I didn’t care she was dating people and I had vocally told her prior to her dating that I didn’t want to like her anymore.
Winter break hit.
She was dating this stupid fuckboy she apparently hated, and the day before winter break we hung out and made memories I still cherish. At the end of the day, I flirted a bit and she eventually told me she was dating him, while I thought she was actually single. I cried for the first time that day in 5 and a half years. She knew that I rarely ever cried and seeing me almost break down before leaving struck a cord in her.
The day winter break started, we texted for 13 hours. I’m not kidding. I have the screenshot. The next day went the same. We spent an entire weeks daylight texting. It got dangerously close to complete cheating (you’ll see.)
I of course had no regard for her boyfriend at the time, and constantly flirted and tested my luck. She eventually did reciprocate, and i even got her to ignore her boyfriend for 6 days in a row.
I went on a San Francisco trip with some of my friends and their parents, and texted her a lot. This is where she realized I still actively crushed on her by sadly, siMPInG during the 8 hour car rides and instead of sleeping. We constantly dm’d the 400 ways we’d fuck eachother and graphically described it as a way to virtually get off to the thought of eachother. She asked for dick pics and I’m not one to shy away from that, so I did send it to her in a bliss.
I asked for something back, and she said she felt guilty still dating the tard.
That convo ended there, but we continued to mentally fuck eachother over text. When the break ended, she instantly broke up with the sped, and started to fully like me.
Our relationship slowly progressed as we liked eachother more and more, seeing as how we have perfect chemistry being best friends and all. One day, around the beginning of February, I was walking her home. She knew she was getting her phone taken away, so she wouldn’t be able to text me over the 3 day break, and as she left and I said goodbye, (a simple hug, at the time) I felt her muffled sob and she ran to her house.
Her mom wasn’t home so she managed to text me for about 30 minutes before she had it taken away, and she told me she loved me. She said she never felt that way, and she couldn’t even live a day without being able to text me. She was in tears sobbing her eyes out that she wouldn’t be able to talk to me, and it warmed my heart because I honestly had begun to feel similarly.
We still didn’t date, because for some reason she still wanted “freedom” after being tied to 2 guys she didn’t like, and I kinda understood, but didn’t really care too much. She told me I was allowed to tell people (not our main friend group directly,) but randos in my class that I wasn’t single anymore, and she was the reason.
Over the weeks after that, we progressed naturally, through deeper means, and sexually up to a blowjob, shrugs. It was the golden age of our relationship, about 1.5 months long.
One day, (end of February) something horrendous began happening and I had no idea. She got back from a detention (too many tardies) and didn’t hug me, didn’t really do anything, and just kinda was there physically. I asked her what was wrong and held her, and she just pushed me away.
I ran my head thinking what I could’ve done, what happened, and I had nothing. Present day I kind of see it. The days prior, I got clingy, and loved every moment with her, she made every second worth it’s weight in gold. I asked her if I was being too clingy, and she always said no. We openly said I love you to eachother, but after that day it stopped. A few times we had an argument when she was caressing our friends hair (male) or literally giving me no attention sometimes. I’m petty and I guess I needed that when I was in love with her. It was nothing major, the first cute little arguments.
But in the time period, I couldn’t figure out why she became distant because I thought she adored my affection towards her. Overtime it got worse and worse. Arguments, disagreements, less talking, shit like that.
It eventually barreled over into the dark ages of our relationship, nothing yet compared to the nuclear holocaust that is now. This was during the beginning of March. We always argued, constantly fondled eachother, and had no real communication, so it was like getting a release of being horny with depression.
Eventually came a pouring down day of rain. I was done. I had my heart broken from some of our major arguments during those days in March, and I was just alone without her laughter in my life. I still walked her home no matter what, and we stayed in silence up to her block. I finally burst and told her I couldn’t do this anymore. I was in love with someone who wouldn’t even talk to me. She stayed quiet the entire rest of the way home and I was heartbroken. She walked inside and I thought that was it. As I turned the corner covering my head with my hood, I hear smashing footsteps behind me to get tackled in a bear hug. She told me a few things, and said the reason she was so distant, is she felt that she didn’t want to be with a person that loved her so much that they would “die” for them, and it was too much pressure. and such to be with them. Looking back, she got mad I loved and supported her too much smh. (I wouldn’t of died for her if you’re wondering)
I was dumbfounded and hurt. I said okay, hugged her, and walked home. We texted afterward, and she said she couldn’t lose me, and I said the same. We both decided to try again, but the day after, school was shutdown. We assumed it was for only a week or two, but then spring break rolled around and we were in quarantine.
Over the days in quarantine it was argument after argument after argument. We broke each others hearts, insulted eachother, and broke every rule we set in the beginning.
The nuclear holocaust.
Nothing made sense, we seemed to hate eachother, but love eachother too. We had a few days where we stayed happily together, the “imu” and “I want to see your cute face” but it always died soon after with a gunfight of words.
One day she disappeared. For an entire month she was gone. I was at peace and almost forgot about her, but she came back and said she was grounded. We tried again, we argued, but less this time.
This leads up to now.
It’s been 4 days of where we were cute, no arguing, but tonight, we had another fight. Doesn’t matter about what, but it’s just awful. I currently barely like her. But what I still want, is the sad horny dopamine release I got from her, and atleast her comfort and security blanket. I’m not sure how irl will go, but I don’t know what to do.
I’ve threatened to leave countless times, and she says “don’t leave,” or something else more manipulative, and proceeds to treat me like trash and I do the same.
I miss her touch and laugh, and her smile. I want to go back to those days, but I fear they’re dead.
I’ll be okay without her. But I want her. That’s the issue. With all the context you can decide how you’d go about it, and hopefully give me any suggestions you see fit.
I’m lost. And I’m sorry if this was long, this is my first advice reddit post.
Thanks.
Edit: I’m reading through replies and loving what you have to say, and I’m still considering a few options, but I’ll make a quick tldr. I refrained from doing this cuz my post is massive.
——- tldr; relationship is rocky, we’ve had great times, and I don’t know what to do.
-I’m asking advice on how to handle the situation, and whether to dip out or stay to fix what is dead. I’m battling my own head because I figure I still want her in my life, but friendship isn’t exactly an option at this point.
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2020.07.09 13:43 _llf Tried to flirt with my friend (with autism).

I have a huuuuuge crush on my friend (with high functioning autism). I’m neuro-typical but can relate to some stuff caused by high IQ. My friend is super smart (smarter than me which is sooo sexy), he’s kind, deep, gorgeous, has great values. I could go on...
He often says that I look like his dream girl and that he enjoys our long conversations. But nothing happens! I have been single for almost a year now.
I thought I would confess my feelings at a party, but he hates drinking and always leaves early. Then I decided to try flirting over text. I sent him quite a blunt text with a meme (something about a book - it was funny) and wrote “this is us on a date”. Then he replied about the book 😂 Then I tried to write something flirty and he literally replied “I’m confused about this discussion” and then a happy meme.
It is impossible. Do I have to spell it out for him completely? I can’t keep initiating stuff. It’s embarrassing 😂
Maybe I’m friend-zoned or he’s just not into me. But why would he then compliment my looks all the time and say that he wished first dates were interesting like when we’re together.
Is there a manual about how to get/flirt with the awesome autistic guy?
Edit: thanks so much everyone! This is the nicest sub-Reddit I have ever encountered 😄
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2020.07.09 11:07 poopistoofunny My (f33) boyfriend (m36) has a friend (f33) who flirts with him and it’s making me uncomfortable

This may take some explaining to get the full picture. I’ll put a tl;dr at the end but I don’t think your comment will prove very useful if you don’t read the whole thing.
I met my bf 3 years ago and we immediately hit it off. Not in the rush of infatuation way, but in a calm reassuring way. He’s very steady and sweet, however a little lacking in relationship experience. He’s only had one serious relationship before me, but dated lots of different women for short periods of time. He went blind at 26 from a car accident. He says he didn’t realize that women actually liked him until after he went blind. He’s still very attractive and women hit on him pretty frequently. That doesn’t make me jealous, I’m not unreasonable. The first time I met his female friend I wasn’t given much back story about her, just that he knew her before he went blind. She touched his arm a bit too much for my taste but it was the beginning and I honestly didn’t think much of it. Throughout the course of our relationship I’ve learned more about her though. Here’s what I know:
They used to date, and tried to but failed to have sex because after his accident his equipment wasn’t working properly.
She strung him along for years making him think there might be a chance in the future. He was hung up on that for a while, not sure exactly how long or if that’s even over yet.
I’ve seen texts between them reading stuff like, “I want all of your attention.” Or, “I miss you so much. 😘” when she was overseas for a month.
She started dating someone right about the same time we started dating. My partner and I had some troubles around the two year mark and briefly separated (2 weeks). During that short period she broke up with her boyfriend and moved four blocks away from my partner. Could just be coincidence of course. But when she broke up with her boyfriend he and I were still messing around and got back together shortly thereafter. They had plans to go to a concert and since we had gotten back together I was going too. She was no pleased he had invited me. At one point I went to the bathroom and came back to her being only an inch or two away from his lips. She abruptly moved away when she saw me. She repeatedly had used him as her surrogate boyfriend while she was single. Calling him a lot more, running to him crying when she has a bad date etc.
When he and I were definitely doing better she started dating other people again. But she maintains consistent contact always as she cuts his hair every month or so. Because salons were closed for the pandemic she came to our apartment and cut his hair. I didn’t watch them or anything. But as I walked by again her face was inches from his and they both had this smile on their face, you know the type, an inside joke or flirt or secret something. Again she abruptly stopped when she saw me.
A little background about she and I. She has been incredibly reluctant to get close to me. I had attempted at the beginning to befriend her but she was cold so I stopped. I’m used to women not liking me and I left it and her alone.
We went through our ups and downs and came out stronger. We are on a really good track right now. Both working out together, getting stronger mentally/physically/as a couple, being very responsible together. It looks like it’s heading for a long term partnership. The last time we hung out the three of us she even said, “looks like wedding bells.” But the way she said it wasn’t very happy. She seems to have picked up on our happiness and isn’t happy for us. That’s not the vibe I get from her and a true friend would be happy he’s doing well, in my opinion. Partner and I were talking about how proud we are of working out and how we’re going to be an even sexier couple, totally making fun of our mock conceit. And he says, “yeah it’ll be nice to stick it to friend and another girl who rejected him, show them what they could have had.” And that just sat wrong with me. There isn’t a single guy I used to date that I even care about seeing me hotter and winning at life. They mean nothing to me, even the ones who rejected me.
I should mention at this point that the other girl who rejected him that he was referring to was the reason we separated. He was disrespectful towards me and our relationship because he was flirting with her in front of me and it made me feel really insecure which of course deteriorated our bond and mutual respect.
So now I decide it’s probably time to have a chat about my concerns revolving around his friend. I told him all I’m feeling and he expressed wanting to do the right thing, that yes he finds his friend sexy and acknowledged that having sex with her would be fun but that ultimately he doesn’t want to date her. That he sees no long distance future with her for various reasons. And I believe that. But it doesn’t take the anxiety away from his past indiscretions with the other girl. And it just validated exactly what my intuition and observation told me the whole time. So I told him if he wanted to avoid making the same mistakes that he would have to shut the door on this friend’s flirtation. He said he doesn’t know how and that he wants to be himself around her and he doesn’t know what to do. Because it’s a sort of secret flirtation I don’t want to talk to her about it. I doubt it would do any good anyway. If anyone can help me navigate this I’d be really appreciative. She thinks I haven’t noticed because I’m very good at disguising my feelings when I must. She’s recently begun to try to befriend me, but only by talking about herself constantly and offering to cut my hair too. It seems disingenuous and shallow at best. But I’m not that kind of girl so I can’t really fathom what she could be up to. I just know that I feel very uncomfortable with her. I don’t want to tell him to cut her out, that’s immature and she’s one of the few people who stuck around after his accident. Please help me figure out how to shut the door without making her feel shitty or him losing the friendship. I want to believe she has zero intention of being with him but the evidence would seem to point elsewhere. It’s incredibly difficult for me to remain objective here so I need some outside advice. Thanks in advance for your efforts. I’ll check back frequently.
Tl;dr bf has friend who flirts with him, he finds her sexy but says he doesn’t want her for a partner, it makes me uncomfortable and I don’t know how to handle it.
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2020.07.09 10:27 Dogwifi Your Narrative is Not the Only One

I’m not as poetic as you are, but here’s what I wish I could’ve said to you.
We clicked and I fell for you so hard and fast. My mistake was giving into my feelings for you when I still had deeply lingering feelings for someone else. You knew about those feelings too and we both knew and recognized that we should have given more time before we tried to start anything between us.
We couldn’t control how we fell for each other. I couldn’t control how I was not completely over him. It didn’t matter though at the time, because you were all that was on my mind. You were so nice to me and we got along so well and connected on so many levels.
I really really liked you. I couldn’t help but wonder if you felt the same way about me. We stayed up those nights all night and I just had to know. I was the one who tried to get answers. You were the one who tried to create parameters.
What changed? As soon as you thought about the possibility of me seeing other people while we are “talking” and hanging out, you began to get upset. J wasn’t even talking to anyone but you launched yourself into a horrible mood based on the possibility that I might see someone else when we weren’t even a couple yet. I had to poke and prod and ask and figure out why you were upset and you told me. You didn’t want me seeing other guys. I agreed and we moved forward not as a couple, but as 2 people who weren’t going to see other people.
We continued to move forward in a very hot/cold way. We were friends before anything but then we turned into lovers.
You were all that I thought about. You were what I wanted. But it wasn’t long before I noticed red flags. I noticed that you were manipulative and used guilt to get what you wanted or make you feel better when you were insecure. That’s what was so hot/cold. One minute you’d be fine and the next you’d be searching for reassurance by guilting me into it. You were so cold sometimes.
You would get upset with me when I didn’t want to have sex with you, despite me opening up to you about past sexual trauma I had experienced.
You would get upset over little tiny things that were not things you would have been upset about before. When we were just friends we would joke and poke fun at each other all the time. But when we admitted we had feelings and I would do the same thing it would turn into a whole situation where I would end up apologizing. And for what?
I was open with you about how I was still working through getting over my ex. Healing is NOT linear. You know that. I tried to do everything I could to show you that I wanted YOU. Despite not being completely over him, I DID want you. I DID love you. It’s possible to love two people. The thing was, the love I had for him was a love I had for almost 3 years. I had seen every flaw he had and still loved him unconditionally. Because of that, I was able to move past the hurt he had caused me. He hurt me so many times. Worse than I’ve ever been hurt before. But because I loved him unconditionally I was able to separate what he did from who he was. I don’t think you were capable of that kind of love with me. I broke up with him because I had to. Because regardless of me loving him, he wasn’t treating me right. But I didn’t stop loving him. I wanted to stop loving him though. I lied to myself and told myself I didn’t love him. And when anyone else would ask me including you, I’d tell you the same lie that I told myself. Except at that point it didn’t feel like a lie to me. I was starting to believe it.
I loved you. I believed I didn’t love him. I wanted you. I KNEW I could not be with him. I no longer even wanted to be with him. I was still working through processing a lot of feelings. Just because I was with you during that time period does not mean I used you to get over him. I LOVED YOU. Using someone to get over someone else is dirty and it doesn’t work. You were not a rebound. You were my best friend who I fell for so fast that I hadn’t even realized I was falling.
I know I was indecisive. I was feeling weird that whole week in November because I know now that I was in the beginning stages of a serious depressive episode. I’ve explained this to you many times. It’s not an excuse and it doesn’t excuse any actions of mine, but it is a reason. I’ve told you how sometimes I feel like a bomb about to explode and tear apart everything around me. It happens sometimes and it’s ugly. The only way I’ve made it through those situations are because I’ve had people who have been willing to love me regardless.
I was indecisive that week because I was worried about the issues we had. I was worried about you getting upset with me for not wanting to have sex with you. I was worried about how you would get upset with me all the time for little things. I felt like I was walking on eggshells. We went all in so quickly. We didn’t even give each other the opportunities that people need when dating to figure out if we are fit to be with the other person. We weren’t the right fit.
It wasn’t until you pushed me, and you pushed me hard, that I really cracked. I opened up to you about my mental health that night. I was having a very bad night full of depressive and anxious thoughts. And you decided it was a good time to poke and prod me about my feelings for my ex. I had tried to be honest with you before about that stuff, but I was in the middle of a depressive and anxious episode where I could not emotionally deal with that fully and logically. You yelled at me. You guilted me. I snapped. I didn’t want to talk any more that night.
You know how sometimes when you’re doing a math problem, and you have no idea what’s going on with it? Then crazily enough, once you step away and come back to it, it makes perfect sense? That’s all I wanted that night. I wanted us to talk tomorrow when I was emotionally stable. I wanted to be able to process what you had asked me and be able to understand my own feelings and everything that had happened that week without being clouded by depression and anxiety. Instead, you REFUSED to respect MY free will that night. You completely wore me down. I was so tired.
You left and I talked to my friends who urged me to break things off because not only did they see that you were acting manipulative, but they saw how bad I was affected by it. You had even admitted it to me yourself that you knew that you could be manipulative. When I told you that’s why I was breaking things off, you completely denied it and played the victim.
I know we don’t see eye to eye on everything that happened. We both have our own point of view. Yours is so cynical and full of blame though. I can see where I’ve messed up and where you’ve messed up and realize that sometimes shit happens but it doesn’t mean someone is a bad person.
What you didn’t see that night was me sobbing on my couch after I ended things with you. I was not happy. I was not okay. I didn’t just run into bed with him. We lived together still and he came home and heard me crying. He offered me a comfort that was so familiar to me and I accepted it because at the time I felt betrayed by you. You had been so kind to me and seemed so understanding of everything I was going through but when I needed you like really NEEDED you to be able to be there for me, you made it about you. And you made me feel bad for feelings I could not control. I started to become extremely confused because I remembered how many times I had episodes of indecisiveness and depression and anxiety where he was there for me.
Relationships aren’t always 50/50. Some days the other person needs more and can’t give as much. We did that for each other at times, but when I really truly needed it, it was too much for you. At times when you needed it, it was too much for me.
We know that we can’t control how he feel. But what I could control were my actions. I know that. I chose to sleep with him after you and broke up. At the time, I didn’t think that you and I would even try to fix things. I was scared of you that night. I get scared when people yell at me and my first response is to run away. I know you know how that feels, because I chased you more times than I can count when you ran away.
I told you what I had done. And you CHOSE to tell me you understood and it didn’t matter and that you wanted to work through it with me. You told me it was okay. You told me you completely understood and had actually done almost the exact same thing before. I was so fucking happy because you were being the nice and logical version of yourself that I loved so much. But the thing I didn’t know then was that the manipulative and cutthroat mean version of you would surface time and time again in our future. I wish that I could’ve seen that I didn’t deserve the level of guilt and shame that you projected on me so much.
One minute we would be fine, the next minute we would be in shambles. I was trying to do everything right. I moved out as soon as I could even though it took every cent I got from my graduation. I blocked him. I chose you. I told him I chose you. I pushed him completely out of my life so you could feel more secure. I reassured you and I was there for you. I took full accountability for what I had done. I apologized so much. I tried to do and say and show you how much I cared about you. But with the flick of a switch, you would trigger yourself just by thinking or scrolling through my old social media pictures and get angry, resentful, and MEAN.
You would shame me, guilt me, make me hate myself. You sent me into more panic attacks than I’ve ever had in a set time period in my life while we were together. I was seriously contemplating suicide more times than I can count for a long time because of how you made me feel for what I did. I wrote and rewrote suicide notes during the duration of our relationship when we would get in fights because you would strip me down so thin. I had absolutely zero self worth. I hated who I was and what I had done.
I tried and tried and tried to do anything and everything I could to show you that I wanted you and only you. Even when you were so incredibly mean to me. I wouldn’t even do anything to cause it. The only thing I had done was hook up with him when we broke up. And you tricked me into thinking we could work through it in a healthy way, but instead you held it over my head. Your friends were even telling me that I was doing everything right and there was only so much I could do and that you shouldn’t do that to me.
For months and months I took every mean thing you threw at me. I chased you when you ran. I tried to be what you needed. I wasn’t always perfect and I KNOW that. I know I have flaws. But the person you’ve made me out to be is not who I am.
You would say the meanest things to me that any man ever has. Unprompted. You would do it if something triggered you and I didn’t react in the exactly perfect way that you wanted. I would shut down because I HATED myself. Because I viewed you as this perfect human being and myself as a sack of shit beneath your shoes. It didn’t help that you made sure to tell me all of the awful things your friends and family would say about me whenever you would tell them about our situation. I fucking hated myself when I was with you. I felt so unworthy of love.
Those months and months of emotional abuse got to me. COVID started and soon so did a major depressive episode for me. I didn’t want to get out of bed. I had little reason to. I was so depressed.
I don’t even remember completely what happened with this situation, but I do remember something about you being upset with me because I was depressed. And making me feel like my depression was a burden to you.
In the middle of all that, you were playing games all day and night with your friends. I know you invited me to play too but I was not in a good place. I had no motivation to do anything. I felt discouraged when I played with you and your friends because I wasn’t as good and couldn’t do everything you guys could do and I felt ignored when we played with them. You would get frustrated with me if I messed something up or did something wrong in the games so I stopped playing. When I stopped playing, I felt like you didn’t want to hang out with me. I know you felt smothered in a way but instead of asking me to stay at my place, you just ignored me all day and night and made me feel invisible.
One day though, I finally had a really good day during the darkness. My mom came and helped me decorate my apartment. I know she can be a lot and can sometimes be crazy but I love my mom. You never wanted to be around her. You hated her and resented her because she loved my ex. She knew him and even loved him before I ever did. It was not either of our place to expect her to just let that go. And you resented her for it.
Anyway, I finally had a happy day. I asked you if you’d be willing to help my dad move in the washedryer. You seemed like you were in a terrible mood the whole time. I tried to ask you what was wrong in the living room but you lied and said nothing. We needed to go buy a piece for the dryer and mom and I wanted to go to hobby lobby for more decorations. I didn’t invite you to come with us because you seemed like you didn’t want to be around my parents and I didn’t want to make you go decor shopping with us.
You later told me you felt “left out.” The one day I did something away from you, you felt left out. After days and days of you playing games with your friends and barely hanging out with me while I was literally in the same apartment as you. I was visibly happier that day and you knew that, but you decided to bring me down because my happiness that day was not solely caused by you.
I was so excited about my newly refurbished apartment. I wanted to start staying there more. I decided to get my stuff out of your place and go stay at my apartment and it turned into a whole fight. I was frustrated that you had been upset with me and I know I didn’t handle taking my stuff the best. I knew though that I needed to stay at my place more. I knew our situation was becoming unhealthy. You wanted space but you hated that I was trying to create some.
I don’t even remember how we broke up or why initially. But I know that you were manipulative to me. I made a mistake back in November. But so did you. And you held it over me for so long.
He texted me right after we broke up. It was weird that he texted me at that time but he did. The kindness he was showing me was refreshing. I had loved him for such a long time. It was hard to push back feelings that were resurfacing. Especially when I saw him in person.
We cannot control the way that we feel. I did not ever cheat on you. You flirted with other girls and allowed your ex to flirt with you while we were together but everything I did was outside the bounds of our relationship. Everything I did was when I felt hopeless about you and me. I did what I did because you pushed me so far that I didn’t think we would be able to be to make it back. The first time was over something dumb. The second time was after months and months of your pushing.
It was refreshing to talk to someone who WASNT manipulative. Someone who despite the fact that I had actually done incredibly shitty things to, he was still kind to me. We talked about those shitty things I had done. We talked about how you snuck in and out of my window and how badly that hurt him. But he met me with forgiveness and understanding. He wanted to let go of the past. We didn’t know if we would ever try to get back together or not, but let me tell you it was so nice to have someone make me feel like I’m worthy of love despite being human and making mistakes.
It’s months later now and he still doesn’t hold a single thing over me. And I did some pretty shitty things.
Because when you love someone unconditionally, that means that when they hurt you, you can look past it and still see who they are on the inside. When they fuck up, you can still recognize that they are not the mistakes they have made. Unconditional love is not something we ever had. It was very conditional. That doesn’t mean it wasn’t real, it just means it was fragile.
I wasn’t made for you and you weren’t made for me. It felt like maybe we could’ve been had we gotten together at a different time. But it was scary how easily you were able to hate me sometimes. It was scary how easily you were able to make me hate myself. I did love you. I loved you so much. If I hadn’t loved you I wouldn’t have fought so hard to keep you. You wore me down though. You said things that still run through my head at night when I’m anxious or sad. You hurt me too. We hurt each other. Our relationship was toxic. You were toxic for me and I became toxic for you.
I’m not a bad person though. I’m not troubled like you say and tell everyone. I’m not who you make me out to be. I’m someone who got caught in a very sticky situation and you decided to join my situation even though you knew all about it. I ignored your red flags and you ignored mine.
We both made mistakes and choices that we cannot change. You’re completely atheist but I believe that there is something out there. I believe in destiny and that sometimes things do happen for a reason or a lesson.
I did love you. I loved you a lot. You can say I didn’t, but that doesn’t make it true. I’m not evil, I’m not heartless like you’ve accused me of being. I’m a human with feelings and mental health issues. I can be impulsive. I know that. But that doesn’t define who I am. I’m not out here searching for temporary happiness at any cost. I tend to be very calculated in the things I do whenever I’m not having an anxious or depressive episode. I know you have similar struggles. You can be logical and calculated but when the emotions come into play you become irrational.
We live and we learn. We love and we hurt. We fail and we succeed. Don’t point fingers at me, I don’t point my fingers at you.
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2020.07.09 09:44 kao2732 How to lose a friend

So I have a long story to tell here so bare with me. A few years ago I was a sophomore in college and I met two girls close to the same time. I got interested in both. One I will call M and the other is D. M seemed to be into me as well but ended up dating someone else on campus.
TLDR- I met a girl, fallen in love with girls. Heart got broken and I did some things And acted a certain way and I fell Ashamed
So I have a long story to tell here so bare with me. A few years ago I was a sophomore in college and I met two girls close to the same time. I got interested in both. One I will call M and the other is D. M seemed to be into me as well but ended up dating someone else on campus.
So I have a long story to tell here so bare with me. A few years ago I was a sophomore in college and I met two girls close to the same time. I got interested in both. One I will call M and the other is D. M seemed to be into me as well but ended up dating someone else on campus. So I focused on D. I can honestly say D was the first girl I was ever in love with. She made my day. We hanged out all the time and we connected on a level neither one of us had before. So I worked up the nerve to tell her I like her. She said she liked me too but didn’t want to to date anyone yet and wanted to make sure she was ready. So I understood and was going to be patient. A week goes by and she starts getting distant. So I try to find out why. She denies ever liking me that way and says stuff like she can’t focus on dating or anyone like. I mean it sucked and we had a argument over it. But eventually I understood. So we went to being just friends for the first time . Because before we acted like we were about to start a relationship. We didn’t act just like friends. And when the changed happened I had a hard time adjusting. She didn’t hang as much. Or seem to care as much. She would go to events on my hall and not even come see me. Which when before she would all the time. And this upset me but I bottled it up cause I didn’t want to make a scene. Than she started dating a kid from my hall. And I hated it but I still bottled it. She would come around with him. And they both would be on my bed flirting. And she saw nothing wrong with that. I seemed like she didn’t care how I felt about her. So I broke off the friendship and it was the hardest thing I ever did. Now here where it should of ended. But me being who I am. Wouldn’t let that happen. So a few months go by and we haven’t talked. She’s blocked me on everything. One day is saw here and she got scarred and ran the other way. So I started to miss her. And ironically her boyfriend text me and said I should try to fix things cause she misses me. So I found out she didn’t delete my number or I mean block it. So I text her and said I had a new phone and wanted to see who’s number it was. And yeah she bought it like I figured. We agreed to meet up and talk about it. And we came to a better understanding and were friends again. So we started hanging out again and it went well for a while and we ended up agreeing to be roommates with my best fiend at the time. So we found a apartment where I still live. Me and her moved in and my best friend at the time was on campus till the semester ended and than was moving in. So it was just me and her and hanging out all the time was great. I fell back in love with her. Than her and my best friend got into a few arguments because they never really were too fond of each other. One day they had a really bad one when him and his family were here. They were talking junk about her to me like she wasn’t home. And she found out and text my best friend about it. They argued and he told his mom and gave his mom D’s number. Were they argued for a while. This upset her and she went somewhere else to spend the night. She wanted me to kick him out but I told her it doesn’t work like that. She started to get mad at me for not hating him. So she wasn’t gonna live here anymore and our friendship was strained. So I walked to her house which was out in Suffolk and I live In va beach. I show up to try to make things better I guess. We minded things and she and my best friend talked it all out. So we were straight. But things quickly went back to before. One day I come home and D has to talk to me. She tells me she stepped in Dog poop that was in her shoe. And she thought my best friend put it in there which thinking back now there was no way the poop would be in the shoe unless someone put it there. He was upset cause the dog had a tendency to poop in the house from time to time. She didn’t see like she knew how to potty train him. So we confront him cause this was not ok behavior. He denies it and shrugs it off like it wasn’t a big deal. So I stopped talking to him at that point for a while. One of my other friends got on me for not trusting him cause he’s my best friend. So I end up convincing my self he was telling the truth and wasn’t mad at him anymore. D was not happy about this and she started treating me like we were never friends and not talking to me all day . And not caring. I tried to force things to go back to normal but it didn’t work. I was sad and angry. So one day I flipped out about something small that I shouldn’t have and I’m pretty sure that’s what ended our friendship. So I called tried to talk to her one night to fix it all and she didn’t want to be bothered and was saying how she wants me to leave her alone for a while. And I was so hurt and upset. I text her I was going to kill my self and started to blame for everything. I went to 7/11 filed my gas Carrier and I was going to kill my self. When I called her she didn’t try to talk me out if it she just attacked me. I ended up coming to my senses when I got home. The next day she doesn’t really speak to me but can see I’m upset so she tried to talk to me but I’m so upset and ashamed that it I can’t speak. She tried to block to door so I couldn’t leave. So I left out the screen door in the back. I never saw her again. It’s almost been two years but it’s been so hard to move on. I don’t think I could till I get closer but she has me blocked on everything and I feel ashamed of what how I acted and I wish I could I see her aging to apologize. I’ll be back in the comments tomorrow to finish the rest
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2020.07.09 09:00 beausst TLDR: My girlfriend thinks she may be a lesbian but isn’t sure, can we make this work?

I’m stuck in a bind with the love of my life
So, I’m 18, Male, and my Girlfriend is 17 Female. obviously So, we started dating officially back in June, and for this past couple of weeks our life has been amazing. I took her on vacation, we spent time together, we were all over and obsessed with one another. Even our 1 month anniversary is coming up Saturday. Which we agreed to celebrate amidst the rest of what you’re about to read. Granted, before our relationship, the 2 years of talking we did we had slight connection issues. Before I go to mention anything else I’d like to put here that me and her have never had sex, and we’ve only kissed. The time I took her on vacation we had made out for the first time even, which anytime before that she would pull away from even a slight kiss, all kisses were short and we NEVER made out. Whenever I would inquire about why we would never make out she’d tell me that making out would lead to sex and she wasn’t ready yet. Being the gentlemen I am I respected her boundaries and figured that one day we’d get to that point. Also I’d like to add that we had met in high school, but didn’t talk much until one day she messaged me asking to hookup. I agreed and we had met up at my house and I curved her intentions and took her out on a date, which is where the base of our connection started when I kissed her in a clothing store as I said goodbye to her for the night. Fast forward to about 7 days ago, she was at my house and we were in my room. Completely PG, slight kisses and the normal amount of goofiness between us, we are talking. Occasionally, I am known to compulsively lie. I compulsively lie to her and tell her that the second day into our relationship a friend of mine flirted with me over text and that I rejected her and blocked her. When I told her this lie she thought nothing of it till the next night, where she scolded me over text for having never told her about this. At this point I’m confused because 1. I never did what I told her I did. 2. In the lie, I never cheated on her, no reciprocated the flirting nor took any initiative into the girls flirting. At this point we argued for two days and I thought it was the end. When things finally started to get better and I thought we were back to normal, she told me she needed to talk to me on the phone about something later. With a broken heart, nervousness in my bones anticipating what she has to say, I made a guess in my head. She said it was about her, not about us, but that it would affect us. My guess was right. When I picked up the phone, she confessed to me that she thinks she might be lesbian. I at this point sitting next to my mom, completely lose myself and break down. I spent 2 hours with her over text trying to understand. She goes into vast detail about what she’s thinking is going on with her. She said she feels thrown off because she loves me but good because I’m the first person she’s talking about this with. She said when she feels horny it’s when she watches lesbian porn, but anytime she’s ever had sex with a guy her body rejected dick. When I would tell her “this is the end isn’t it” she would say she doesn’t want that but doesn’t understand. I felt disgusted, like our whole relationship was a sham and that I kept her from being herself and being in her own sexuality and frame of mind, I was visualizing every time we touched each other or kissed and how she may have felt unnatural or grossed out. So from there we agreed to meet up the next day. Fast forward to the next day I pick her up from her house and drive her to my moms office. (My mom does clientele work and has a comfortable office I have access to most days) we sit down inside the office and are extremely silent. I bring her a list of questions, mostly in the vast majority of how is our relationship going to work, are we going to be able to have sex? Etc. we made the connection that every time she’s had sex with a guy it’s never been someone she actually loves or is in favor of. But that if we had maybe tried to have sex it would be different because were in love with one another. But on the other hand, she’s vastly exploring the option of possibly being a lesbian. We were just stumped, I couldn’t say anything and we ended up crying and holding each other through it. I finally came to the conclusion that I really wanted to be with her and since she wanted to be with me as well I’d let her have sex with a girl. And if the opportunity arose that me and her would have sex just to see if we could click and if she’s interested in it or not. If she were to say she’s only into girls at that point we’d split. And since this talk, it’s been a horrible couple days, I can’t eat, can’t drink, I can’t sleep and I’m overwhelmed with stress because this isn’t the only thing going on in my life. Whatever you guys could come up with for advice, or even encouraging words for either of us is immensely appreciated. FYI, she does NOT KNOW I’m posting this story to reddit.
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2020.07.09 08:49 AsiVirgo He bullied me because he liked me or was this some broken ego problem?

I went through a lot on my teenage years (psychological abuse, dealing with depression and anxiety disorder, dealing with my mother figure passing away, etc) and it taught me a lot.
Now, at 22 years old, I can look back at it without shedding a single tear and being proud of myself because of what I went through, but I've always wanted to tell this story because it's been a while and I'm still confused about it.
This all happened when I was 15 to 18 years old, btw.
The school I went to was small, for 700 people at most, but since the owner of the school sucked he had managed to fit inside this very small place around 1200 students which meant you basically knew everything that happened to everybody.
So, when I was 14 a bunch of new people came to my school and amongst these new people there was this guy: Tall, pale, blue eyed and brown haired guy "F" (not his real name).
F became popular quickly and a friend of mine liked him so she told me to please add him on Facebook so I could get to know him and then introduce him to her because she was too shy to do so and I accepted.
One day, there was this random celebration in my school where we all reunited around the field, and I had a crush on this guy (not F) who just so happened to be sitting on the same bleachers as him, so I was looking at that direction a lot and apparently, F thought I was looking at him so because his friends went to ask me about my name and stuff after the event was over, they also waited for me, that same day, so we could leave together after school which I ignored (F's group of friends were almost 10 guys so imagine 10 dudes waiting for you, intimidating).
Anyways, I ended up talking to F through fb a few weeks later and he said he knew who I was and that if I saw him around again I should greet him. We kept on talking with no romantic interest from my part, I am not sure about him, and my friend (the one who liked F) got a boyfriend so I guess she wasn't interested in him anymore.
Me and F talked from May to October and he constantly asked if I liked somebody to which I, naively answered "yes" and I even told him the name of the guy I liked, sometimes he'd tell me that this guy would threaten him for talking to me and stuff which I never knew if it was real but he did say that.
During this time, F did some weird stuff besides the cringy, teenage flirting, when I was on my way to school he'd wait for the bus very close to my house which would be normal if he actually lived close to me but he didn't, he lives 40 minutes away from my house.
I'm not sure if he did this on purpose (which would be quiet extreme I mean we had classes at 8:15, we had to wake up EARLY) but I do think so considering that after we stopped talking I never saw him at that bus stop again.
Nothing really happened between us during those months except for one time he went to see me to my classroom and all my classmates saw him and started teasing me about my "new boyfriend". By the end of October I think F noticed I wasn't interested in him so he decided to date one of my classmates and that's when stuff got bad.
I started noticing how this girl who he was dating started hating me out of nowhere and when they broke up, a month later, he'd go back to talking to me so I cut him off and that was the last time we ever spoke.
The next year another girl came to my class and we were friends briefly, he saw me with her and the next day this girl tells me F had sent her a FB message saying he "wanted to talk to her" and so he did, two weeks later and they were dating.
Because of other shady situations not related to F this girl and I stopped being friends, she suddenly started hating me and this is when the real bullying started, I remember him and his group of friends mocking me, I also found out after that they'd kick my bag when I was there hoping to break my stuff, his girlfriend talking behind my back calling me a delusional liar and crazy for some reason I don't know, making fun of my depression and anxiety and when I was 17 I couldn't hold it anymore and I told my mom and my teachers and we started looking for a solution.
My school decided to do a "mediation" which basically worked with one person and me in a room with two teachers, we couldn't talk directly to each other and had to talk to the teacher as if we were talking to each other, it was strange but I took it anyways.
F was nowhere to be seen and since, with the years, his girlfriend and my ex friend was the most aggressive one when it came to bullying I decided to talk to her. The teacher had to literally drag her by the arm into the room so we could talk.
F's girlfriend faked a panic attack, a heart attack and having heart problems to see if she could leave but they didn't let her.
So I really tried to ask for at least one reason they had to hate me and all she did was crying until the end where I said "if this is some weird jealousy thing here you can see the texts your boyfriend used to send me, you can see he's the one flirting not me"
and all she said was "I know already, F told me the truth yesterday", after that they made her sign a document that basically said that if the bullying continued from any of the parts they'd be expelled and when we left the room my boyfriend and friends were waiting for me and they all told me "F" had basically disappeared nervously while we were talking.
The teasing stopped, the bullying stopped but I still got no explanation of anything.
What do you think F said to these people?
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2020.07.09 08:49 AsiVirgo He bullied me because?? idk but it hurted.

I went through a lot on my teenage years (psychological abuse, dealing with depression and anxiety disorder, dealing with my mother figure passing away, etc) and it taught me a lot.
Now, at 22 years old, I can look back at it without shedding a single tear and being proud of myself because of what I went through, but I've always wanted to tell this story because it's been a while and I'm still confused about it.
This all happened when I was 15 to 18 years old, btw.
The school I went to was small, for 700 people at most, but since the owner of the school sucked he had managed to fit inside this very small place around 1200 students which meant you basically knew everything that happened to everybody.
So, when I was 14 a bunch of new people came to my school and amongst these new people there was this guy: Tall, pale, blue eyed and brown haired guy "F" (not his real name).
F became popular quickly and a friend of mine liked him so she told me to please add him on Facebook so I could get to know him and then introduce him to her because she was too shy to do so and I accepted.
One day, there was this random celebration in my school where we all reunited around the field, and I had a crush on this guy (not F) who just so happened to be sitting on the same bleachers as him, so I was looking at that direction a lot and apparently, F thought I was looking at him so because his friends went to ask me about my name and stuff after the event was over, they also waited for me, that same day, so we could leave together after school which I ignored (F's group of friends were almost 10 guys so imagine 10 dudes waiting for you, intimidating).
Anyways, I ended up talking to F through fb a few weeks later and he said he knew who I was and that if I saw him around again I should greet him. We kept on talking with no romantic interest from my part, I am not sure about him, and my friend (the one who liked F) got a boyfriend so I guess she wasn't interested in him anymore.
Me and F talked from May to October and he constantly asked if I liked somebody to which I, naively answered "yes" and I even told him the name of the guy I liked, sometimes he'd tell me that this guy would threaten him for talking to me and stuff which I never knew if it was real but he did say that.
During this time, F did some weird stuff besides the cringy, teenage flirting, when I was on my way to school he'd wait for the bus very close to my house which would be normal if he actually lived close to me but he didn't, he lives 40 minutes away from my house.
I'm not sure if he did this on purpose (which would be quiet extreme I mean we had classes at 8:15, we had to wake up EARLY) but I do think so considering that after we stopped talking I never saw him at that bus stop again.
Nothing really happened between us during those months except for one time he went to see me to my classroom and all my classmates saw him and started teasing me about my "new boyfriend". By the end of October I think F noticed I wasn't interested in him so he decided to date one of my classmates and that's when stuff got bad.
I started noticing how this girl who he was dating started hating me out of nowhere and when they broke up, a month later, he'd go back to talking to me so I cut him off and that was the last time we ever spoke.
The next year another girl came to my class and we were friends briefly, he saw me with her and the next day this girl tells me F had sent her a FB message saying he "wanted to talk to her" and so he did, two weeks later and they were dating.
Because of other shady situations not related to F this girl and I stopped being friends, she suddenly started hating me and this is when the real bullying started, I remember him and his group of friends mocking me, I also found out after that they'd kick my bag when I was there hoping to break my stuff, his girlfriend talking behind my back calling me a delusional liar and crazy for some reason I don't know, making fun of my depression and anxiety and when I was 17 I couldn't hold it anymore and I told my mom and my teachers and we started looking for a solution.
My school decided to do a "mediation" which basically worked with one person and me in a room with two teachers, we couldn't talk directly to each other and had to talk to the teacher as if we were talking to each other, it was strange but I took it anyways.
F was nowhere to be seen and since, with the years, his girlfriend and my ex friend was the most aggressive one when it came to bullying I decided to talk to her. The teacher had to literally drag her by the arm into the room so we could talk.
F's girlfriend faked a panic attack, a heart attack and having heart problems to see if she could leave but they didn't let her.
So I really tried to ask for at least one reason they had to hate me and all she did was crying until the end where I said "if this is some weird jealousy thing here you can see the texts your boyfriend used to send me, you can see he's the one flirting not me"
and all she said was "I know already, F told me the truth yesterday", after that they made her sign a document that basically said that if the bullying continued from any of the parts they'd be expelled and when we left the room my boyfriend and friends were waiting for me and they all told me "F" had basically disappeared nervously while we were talking.
The teasing stopped, the bullying stopped but I still got no explanation of anything.
What do you think F said to these people?
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2020.07.09 08:48 AsiVirgo He bullied me because I didn't like him back? or... Help me understand, please.

I went through a lot on my teenage years (psychological abuse, dealing with depression and anxiety disorder, dealing with my mother figure passing away, etc) and it taught me a lot.
Now, at 22 years old, I can look back at it without shedding a single tear and being proud of myself because of what I went through, but I've always wanted to tell this story because it's been a while and I'm still confused about it.
This all happened when I was 15 to 18 years old, btw.
The school I went to was small, for 700 people at most, but since the owner of the school sucked he had managed to fit inside this very small place around 1200 students which meant you basically knew everything that happened to everybody.
So, when I was 14 a bunch of new people came to my school and amongst these new people there was this guy: Tall, pale, blue eyed and brown haired guy "F" (not his real name).
F became popular quickly and a friend of mine liked him so she told me to please add him on Facebook so I could get to know him and then introduce him to her because she was too shy to do so and I accepted.
One day, there was this random celebration in my school where we all reunited around the field, and I had a crush on this guy (not F) who just so happened to be sitting on the same bleachers as him, so I was looking at that direction a lot and apparently, F thought I was looking at him so because his friends went to ask me about my name and stuff after the event was over, they also waited for me, that same day, so we could leave together after school which I ignored (F's group of friends were almost 10 guys so imagine 10 dudes waiting for you, intimidating).
Anyways, I ended up talking to F through fb a few weeks later and he said he knew who I was and that if I saw him around again I should greet him. We kept on talking with no romantic interest from my part, I am not sure about him, and my friend (the one who liked F) got a boyfriend so I guess she wasn't interested in him anymore.
Me and F talked from May to October and he constantly asked if I liked somebody to which I, naively answered "yes" and I even told him the name of the guy I liked, sometimes he'd tell me that this guy would threaten him for talking to me and stuff which I never knew if it was real but he did say that.
During this time, F did some weird stuff besides the cringy, teenage flirting, when I was on my way to school he'd wait for the bus very close to my house which would be normal if he actually lived close to me but he didn't, he lives 40 minutes away from my house.
I'm not sure if he did this on purpose (which would be quiet extreme I mean we had classes at 8:15, we had to wake up EARLY) but I do think so considering that after we stopped talking I never saw him at that bus stop again.
Nothing really happened between us during those months except for one time he went to see me to my classroom and all my classmates saw him and started teasing me about my "new boyfriend". By the end of October I think F noticed I wasn't interested in him so he decided to date one of my classmates and that's when stuff got bad.
I started noticing how this girl who he was dating started hating me out of nowhere and when they broke up, a month later, he'd go back to talking to me so I cut him off and that was the last time we ever spoke.
The next year another girl came to my class and we were friends briefly, he saw me with her and the next day this girl tells me F had sent her a FB message saying he "wanted to talk to her" and so he did, two weeks later and they were dating.
Because of other shady situations not related to F this girl and I stopped being friends, she suddenly started hating me and this is when the real bullying started, I remember him and his group of friends mocking me, I also found out after that they'd kick my bag when I was there hoping to break my stuff, his girlfriend talking behind my back calling me a delusional liar and crazy for some reason I don't know, making fun of my depression and anxiety and when I was 17 I couldn't hold it anymore and I told my mom and my teachers and we started looking for a solution.
My school decided to do a "mediation" which basically worked like this; one person and me in a room with two teachers, we couldn't talk directly to each other and had to talk to the teacher as if we were talking to each other, it was strange but I took it anyways.
F was nowhere to be seen and since his girlfriend (my ex friend) was the most aggressive one of the two when it came to bullying me, I decided to talk to her. The teacher had to literally drag her by the arm into the room so we could talk.
F's girlfriend faked a panic attack, a heart attack and having heart problems to see if she could leave but they didn't let her, thankfully the teachers didn't believe her.
During our mediation I really tried to ask her for the reason they had to hate me and all she did was cry, it wasn't until at the end of the conversation, that almost lasted 3 hours, (basically me and the teachers talking and me telling my bullying story) when I said "if this is some weird jealousy thing here you can see the texts your boyfriend used to send me, you can see he's the one flirting not me"
and all she said was "I know already, F told me the truth yesterday", after that they made her sign a document that basically said that if the bullying continued from any of the parts they'd be expelled and when we left the room my boyfriend and friends were waiting for me and they all told me "F" had basically disappeared looking really nervous and desperate.
The teasing stopped, the bullying stopped but I still got no explanation of anything, especially since most of the bullying was done behind my back.
Why do you guys think F did all this?
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