26/09/25
It's not enough to get revenge on those that hurt me, that's too easy
No, I had to ruin any remainder of hope and optimisim they had
The following week, and I quite literally mean, the following week, Blake had found out about this little shindig, to say he was unhappy, at the very least, was an understatement. Now, I had to play the role of a concerned and upset and somewhat empathetic friend. I understood very well, that he was coming for me, so I had to dispell him shortly before I stuck the metaphorical knife inside of him. He came right at me and for the time being I froze up, because I genuinely didn't know what to do, up until this point, I'd never faced drama or conflict like this.
But...
Something completely unexpected happened at the split second when he came within milimeters towards me, I had nearly burst my cover, so I played the idiot and listened to his pathetic, miserable fucking tale about how his girlfriend had fucked someone else in the sixth-form and how upset he had been, all the whilst I was trying my best not to burst out laughing like a hyena, how he hadn't cottoned on that it was me yet was embarassing to say the least, but, maybe there was a shred of honour in Maisy—A shred of honour I was going to rip away from her anyway.
"Maisy's cheated on me mush" Blake blubbered
I almost felt bad for him
"Fuck, well that's a shitty thing for her to do mate..."
"I know ah was tight on yer, din't mean it mate, we were just fookin around annorl that mush" Blake tried to re-gain my trust, but it wouldn't work, not now, not this time.
So I leaned in; waiting for a teacher or someone else, to come to my aid if things got ugly. I was about to shatter Blake's world, about to ruin his perception of people, of women and of friendship and closeness for the rest of his life. I leaned closer and closer, to tell him in his own ear that It was me of all the people, that he knew or that he would know, that shagged Maisy. I told him all the fleshy details, the ins and outs, I explained that she went along willingly but purposefully left out the part where I lied about him cheating—just to push the knife in further, of course.
The best bit, was the look on his face, you've never seen something like this before, you couldn't make it up, they don't even do this on the movies. this Grade-A student, this community-champion, this bright-faced young-man who raised as much money as he could for the spastics, the smackheads and the single mums—watch all the optimisim and colour in his face just drain away, like it had never existed in the first place. See him now, as he stands, he runs away, unable to confront the truth, unable to accept the truth. One down, one more to go of course.
I made my way to the sixth-form common room, all I could hear was screaming, there was something about that screaming, it was a man who had finally thrown in the towel and the best part is, it was all my doing. If that was enough, I still had to find Maisy, but I wouldn't have to search for long...
I told Maisy, under certain circumstances, a lie and a truth.
I told her, firstly, that she was the worst shag I'd ever have, even though up until that point I was a virgin, but I lied, because I wanted to, I wanted her to hurt, like Blake had hurt, afterall, it's only fair. I wanted her to know this because I felt that it would be somewhat unfair otherwise if she didn't know. I told her that she was shit, I told her she stunk, I told her I hated her, she was useless and she was ugly and that she would never amount to anything whatsoever—and I hadn't even got to the meat and potatoes of it all yet. I just wanted her to hurt, like I had hurt.
I saved the best for last...
I told her that everything up until this point wasa lie. I told her that Blake never cheated on her, he wouldn't dream of cheating on her, not in the way and shape or form that she had imagined and that she had thrown away a perfectly servicable relationship for a quick shag. Just like Blake, the taps were turned on, it wasn't long before her grotty, chubby-chumper friends started calling me a nasty, horrible twat [and I suppose I was, but who really cares?]. Again, seeing her just lose it all, made me feel so much better—it was a relief—to have these past transgressions resolved.
I guess I was turning into my dad...
sorta...
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