Fucking Kate

Despite my previous vomity attempt to get down and dirty with the Hot High School Kid, he agreed to see me again. I honestly couldn’t believe it. I had vomited on the man… how did he want to see me again? Regardless, I invited him to my next party at The Flat, where he met Kate.

Fucking Kate.

Bestie had invited fucking Kate, not me. I hated her. It was probably jealousy; she had unnaturally enormous natural breasts, natural jet black hair, and the extra inches in height that I was missing. In short, she was everything that I wished I could be. So, of course I hated her. She wasn’t exactly my biggest fan, either.

Kate made a beeline for the Hot High School Kid as soon as she’d turned up to the party, and it got my back up immediately. How dare she? I tried to make it obvious that he was there to fuck me that night, but she either couldn’t or wouldn’t get the hint. At one point, she draped herself over his lap, on my damn couch, and was stroking his arm.

This bitch had to go.

“Kate, can I have a quick word outside?” I asked, smiling like I wasn’t about to rip her a brand-new asshole.

“Can you give me a minute?” she said, throwing me the biggest shit-eating grin.

“No, Right now,” I said, softly… but sternly.

We were out-sweetening each other in front of the hot boy. Neither of us wanted to be seen as a maniac/asshole/bunny boiler/whatever, so we were super nice to each other. Well, for a few minutes, anyway.

Once we were outside, I explained to her that he was my boy that night.

“Are you dating?” she asked.

“No, but we are fucking,” I responded.

“If you’re not dating, I don’t see what the problem is,” she said.

We argued back and forth for a few minutes, but the short version of the story is, she wasn’t letting him go. She wanted him, he seemed to want her, so they were probably going to fuck. Just like that.

I don’t know why I did what I did next. My arm seemed to move before I’d even had a chance to think about it. Before I’d even realised what was happening… I’d punched her straight in the face. I’d never punched anyone before that, and I honestly don’t know what compelled me to punch fucking Kate. Well, aside from the fact that I hated her, of course.

She fell to the floor like a sack of shit – still fully conscious. That’s not what she told people when we went back into the party, though. Nope, she told everyone that I’d knocked her out, which surely was embarrassing for her to admit and especially when it didn’t fucking happen.

The damage was done. Hot High School Kid looked at me like I was trash, which, admittedly, I was. Where was my girl code? My sisterhood-ness? How could I have punched a girl straight in the face over a man?! To be fair… where was her girl code?

Hot High School Kid and fucking Kate left the party, then went on to date for a few weeks.

I never saw either of them again*.

Good riddance, quite frankly.

*He moved to America with his parents.

The next blog post in the dating timeline is this one: Baileys & Revenge.