when i was fourteen years old i met an incredibly beautiful girl. she was smart funny and seemed to really be into me. i was very excited to finally have met a girl that wasn't repulsed by the growth on the side of my face. we decided to have dinner and see a movie. my parents dropped me off at the restaurant and i was wearing khaki pants and a blue button down shirt. it was exciting, but i was very nervous. she arrived ten minutes later and my parents left the parking spot where they had been waiting. she was wearing a red skirt and a black sweater and was even more beautiful than the first time i had laid eyes upon her. the restaurant was "on the border", a crappy overpriced tex-mex spot. we both had virgin pina coladas and quesadillas. we talked for hours about movies, music and summer camp. i was in love. we left the restaurant after i paid for everything and walked towards the movie theater. i wanted to hold her hand, but i was too scared. i was in the middle of telling her a hilarious story about my brother's swimming pool accident when i realized she was no longer walking next to me. i stopped and turned around, and there she was, on the ground by the street having sex with some guy i'd never seen before. i'd never been so hurt in my entire life, so i walked back and started stabbing them both with a knife i always carried in my pocket. he didn't scream because i stabbed him in the throat, but when i was stabbing her repeatedly in the chest, her gurgling moans made me vomit all over her, splashing onto my shoes and the bottoms of my pants. what a horrible date. |
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