So, for some background, let's look at the list of shit this guy had pulled over our friendship starting in the FIFTH GRADE (we were 11, keep that in mind)
-sent me videos of him sh-ing
-told me he'd khs if I told anyone
-changed sexualities to be quirky
-slapped me across the face
-insulted me to my face
-forbade my friends from talking to me at one point
-gaslit me. HARD
-gave me a minor ed from his insults
-snitched on me when I started sh-ing
-cussed me out. MULTIPLE TIMES.
-deadnamed me (while knowing my preferred name)
-used me as a therapist
-tried to force me into a relationship with him by guilt tripping me
Now. That's seems bad enough, so let's tell the story of fucking Brian.
I also have no doubt that he has Wattpad, so if he sees this, HI! I really don't care about what you do in response to this, so respectfully, shut the fuck up :)
ANYWAY. Back to the story
I met him in fifth grade because I sat next to him and we pretty much hit it off from the start. We became best friends and that was that right?
Wrong. So fucking wrong.
He ended up venting to me All. The. Time. Hence the using me as a therapist bit on the list up there.
He would send me photos of his sh and show it to me at school and literally threaten to kill himself if I showed concern and said I should tell the counselor.
Then he came out, and I respected that. I knew what the LGBTQ+ community was at that point, and I didn't have a problem even though I was Mormon.
Then he developed a crush on me and tried to guilt trip me into dating him using his other online friend.
I was straight as a fucking line and he "respected" that.
Fucking asshole.
Then Covid hit, and we only partly talked on Discord.
Then I went no contact.
Completely blocked this bitch on everything.
Discord, Snapchat, Instagram, Twitter, You name it.
Then we went back to school and I didn't talk to him.
I didn't necessarily avoid him at all costs, but I didn't feel like talking to him after everything that went down.
Then he called me "Vi" when he tried to tall to me while I was in the lunch line. That's my old nickname reserved for friends and friends only, but my name was Vee.
And he fucking knew that.
So I snapped at him and he left me alone.
Then I found out that one of my (ex) friends was friends with him and I said "Oh, I don't really like him." And they asked why, so I told them. Easy come, easy go story.
Then, this bitch told him about it. And said I was talking shit.
Obviously I wasn't.
So he pulled me aside the next day and cussed me out.
"That shit happened in the fifth fucking grade, you need to grow the fuck up and tall shit to my face because your little pussy ass apparently doesn't know how to fucking talk like a real bitch."
Like dude.
Please, For the love of god, shut the fuck up.
Then he got called over by the principal, who I guess heard him being a little bitch, and left me.
I kind of stood there for a moment, because you know, this bitch just cussed me out for no fucking reason, then walked away and pretended like nothing ever happened.
But not anymore.
Now you know about the toxic snot wipe named Brian.
Feel free to talk shit about anyone mentioned in this story in the comments, by the way, I don't mind :)