How Much I Hate Guys: Part Three

     After deciding that Jake was too much for me to handle, I began thinking of ways to break up with him. I asked all of my friends for their advice and no one could give me the answers I was looking for. I just wanted someone to fix my stupid mistake for me. Only I didn't realize that what I wanted others to do for me was something I didn't even have the guts to do myself.
     I wanted to confront Jake for stealing the Hollister gift card and cash from both Khristle and I but I didn't know how, I didn't know what to say. I wanted to tell him what a jerk he really was but I couldn't bring myself to utter the words. So I chose to keep my mouth shut because I didn't want to accuse him and then discover that I was wrong. I needed to be one hundred percent sure before I confronted him. I felt horrible because Logan knew what was going on before we even picked Jake and Cory up for bowling. He held onto my money for me and Khristle refused to carry anything on her except her debit card. We got to the bowling alley right off of North Tryon and bought our tickets. I bowled during the first game and got basically gutter ball after gutter ball. I was so embarrassed that I refused to play the rest of the night. Jake got very angry because I didn't want to play anymore, he threw his phone and stomped around like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum. I couldn't help but to roll my eyes and give up caring. His phone kept going off over and over again and he seemed more interested in that than spending time with his girlfriend. That was until his phone went off and he ran into the bathroom to answer it. I rolled my eyes in disbelief at the fact that he could be this immature at the age of twenty.
     When he came out of the bathroom I recieved a text message from Jake saying, "We need to talk." All I could think was here it comes, he is going to break up with me and oddly enough I became extremely upset. Why would I, of all people, be upset about a total scum bag doing me a huge favor by ridding himself from my life? I couldn't seem to answer that question even if a gun was placed to my head. To my utter disbelief our "talk" had nothing to do with what I anticipated the topic to be. Instead he asked me if I would take him to an audition for some band the next morning. I was okay with that until he told me it would be in Huntersville. I sucked it up and agreed to pick him up at ten that Sunday morning. By the time I got home from bowling it was four in the morning and I had to be up in five hours to drag his lying, stealing ass to a band audition. As we were on our way to the audition he asked me to make a stop in which I had to pick up two other bandmates. Finally when we got there he began singing for the band members and they all looked at him in amazement. I knew he would land this position without a doubt. And sure enough he did.
     We spent the rest of the day together and I pretended not to have any suspicisions about him stealing things from Khristle and I. I put on my fake smile and acted like there wasn't a single thing wrong in the entire world. As far as I knew he bought my every word and believed my every kiss. By the end of the night I decided to go home semi-early just to catch up on some school work. We whispered our goodbyes and I began on my commute home to my nice, warm bed.
     As the week went on I continued in my facade to make him believe I didn't think a single thing was wrong. Surprisingly, he did the samething to me without even giving off the slightest clue. During this week I would learn not to forget that people could screw you over right infront of your own eyes.


To Be Continued...