So Aaron text me at midnight Thursday to say: Sorry i m just stressed out i shouldn t of yelled. I didn't answer. I was asleep so when the phone rang half an hour later I answered without thinking about it. He said the same thing he text. I didn't say anything. He said goodnight, and I just said bye and hung up.
So yesterday my friend Babb asked me to hang out. We ended up at TCBY where we ran into Michael. : ) Michael gave me his jacket because I was cold and hugged me lots. Then he was texting with some girl that wanted them to be "talking", and Babb said something about me being jealous. I said I was and walked away a little bit. Michael was like, "Are you serious? I thought you were just kidding? You really do like me?" I said yes, and he put an end to the text conversation. Yay! So then Michael spent the rest of the night hugging me and holding my hand. ^_______________^ It was sweet.
We talked about it on and off through the night. He said he thought I liked him, but he didn't want to assume I was doing anything more than making Aaron jealous. I told him no. I've actually liked him since last school year when I was still dating Aaron, but I didn't do anything about it because...I was dating Aaron. Haha. I called him when I got home, and he said he'd love to date me. He's liked me since I was a Sophomore at GHS. ^_^;; But he needed to think things through because he has lots of drama in his life, and he knows that I'm going to Japan in the end. So he's thinking about it. I told him to go ahead. I'd spent the past few weeks doing my thinking, and I'd decided I'd like to date him. So he was pretty excited about that. Heck, I'm pretty excited about it, and I hope he does decide to date me.
So later last night my phone rings. Twice. It's Aaron. I do my usual half asleep thing and answer the phone. (I'm going to have to find a way NOT to do that without turning my phone off in case someone besides Dumbass is calling.) He starts cussing me again. He calls three or four times, cusses at me, and then hangs up like that makes him superior or something. He goes on about Michael just wanting in my pants; that he's going to sleep with me and then dump me. He calls me a fucking psycho bitch and a dirty whore. All kinds of good stuff. After the last time I text him saying: Just so you know, I wasn't begging you to keep talking to me. You aren't the Aaron I love anymore. And to think I was waiting for you. Glad I figured out that I was waiting for something that was never going to happen. Thanks for lying to me. And hanging up on me doesn't make you cool. Whatever. I'm not going to waste anymore of my time and emotions on someone who doesn't give a damn. Have a nice life. He calls back three more times. Cusses at me for wasting his text and continues spouting the same BS as the previous times. This time I tell him not to call me if he's going to be an asshole, or if he can't treat me like a human being. And I hang up on him. Finally I text him: Don't call me, Aaron. Just don't. I'm not going to put myself through this anymore. Sorry I wasted your time and text. He called two more times after that, but I didn't answer. And I'm never going to again.