Short story: Good old memories. Teen drama. A Boy's Perspective.

Okay, so this bitch appeared on my radar in high school. Yeah, she was funny, witty, interesting even. But what did I know back then? We were just kids for God’s sake. She and I became “friends”; only she fell in love with me and I could not see past her pizza-face, big-boned mass and tiny mustache. For that reason, it was easy to manipulate her feelings without getting personal. It was cool though. She was what one would call my Ginny pig, a lab rat. I tested my manhood on her. Every day I would meet her at her door and we would go to school. On the way there, we would talk about everything.

While speaking to her, I would purposely connect my eyes with hers; stare in them with a serious yet loudly flirting look, evoking mind-spinning emotions in her, which I could read easily from her quickly blushing cheeks. In school, I made sure we had at least two or three classes together and on top of it that she saw me in between classes. We would go home together and as soon as homework was done I would be back at her door for some more emotional attachment. Oh boy! Did she attach! After one year of our extensive relationship, Genie considered me her best friend; was loyal to our friendship and would wait for me in the scorching sun and in freezing snow if I as much as exerted such a wish.

When I “confided” in her telling her that I was head-over-heels with her friend Elena, she even tried to help set us up together! That is how nuts this bitch was over me. I knew she secretly adored me even though she never told me. But one day I just wanted to push a little more to find out. And so it happened when I and a few friends got together and came up with a little crazy idea. We wrote a letter using Genie’s handwriting in which the letter accused Elena of wanting to be with me, screaming among other details hard to recall at this point things like: “He is mine and stay away, bitch!”

Genie was returning from school and found me on the street next to her house. Being a great actor, I played my role very well. I was upset and disappointed. She came up to me smiling, totally oblivious to the plan we were about to dump on her and said: “Sweetie, where have you been? I was looking all over for you!”

I did not answer and just shrugged. My friends went a little further than I had expected. I think they got into the game way too much. “Sweetie?” They screamed at her. “Did you mean it when you tried to steal his girl from him?”

“What?” asked Genie puzzled, totally lost and losing her smile. I kind of felt bad for her but that feeling went away as quickly as it came. My friends were so enthused. The stage was becoming alive. They played their parts superbly! Perfect casting and a perfect production to deliver the most perfect show!

My friends began to push Genie down and threw her to the ground, calling her a traitor. Genie began to cry, looking at me for help, but I was unyielding. I showed her the letter and in a very serious voice said: “I am sorry, I trusted you. I thought we were friends.” Genie grabbed the letter and began to read it. Her eyes were horrified to see her own handwriting, her expressions, her periods and double exclamation points with bubbly dots. It was hilarious to see her face turn white, then red, then yellow. You could see that she was sick with fury, misunderstanding, pain, and helplessness. “Andrew,” she cried to me. “You have to believe me. It is some kind of a mistake. I did not write that letter! Andrew! Please! For the sake of our friendship!” And as my friend landed his last push to her shoulder, I turned and looked at her straight into her eyes, and said grimly, collecting all of my stage talent into one spectacular dramatic reenactment. “There is friendship no more!” I said to her in an actor's tone and firmly walked away from her.

Good old days! You got to love them.