I don't get out much. My days consist of going from class to lunch to a meeting to my room. Wash, rinse, and repeat. My friends always talk about all the drama that goes on around campus while I sit in the corner and chuckle silently to myself. I don't get involved with that "drama" stuff. Fools. Shit rains down around me and I seem to come out clean. Andy Dufresne ain't got shit (I know lol) on me. I shared this observation with one of my friends and he said it was because I'm never around. Never around? I'm around plenty! Aren't I? This prompted me to evaluate my days and I realized that I really am never around.
Here's where I made my first mistake: I deviated from the schedule. Instead of heading straight to my room or the computer lab, I hung around one of the cafes on campus where my circle of friends resides. As soon as I finish my mediocre hamburger (I like the cafeteria food better), drama rears it's ugly head. I'm the only guy left and the girls start talking around me. Hey, there my friends too so I'll just hang around and do some studying. Second mistake.
Bitch mode erupts around me and I'm just unarmed civilian trying to dodge the bombshells of hate spewing from their mouths! When the salvo subsides, I dust myself off and get back to studying for my next exam. Third mistake.
No sooner than the bitches leave, the best of people comes and we hit it off amazingly. It's weird because I know the guy, but had never talked to him, but it's like we were grown in the same test tube or something. We like the same shows, read the same books, and crack the same jokes. We're like intellectual dopplegangers. So we get to talking and the bitchfest comes up. Fourth mistake.
Turns out, he's best friends with the subject of the bitchfest and he's pissed. He wants names and blood. The subject arrives about an hour later and he tells her about the attack on her character. She's pissed. He's pissed. And I'm realizing just how much shit I've gotten myself into.
Drama has come to me my nonexistent readers. I have become another cog in the machine that destroys friendships, strains relationships, and cracks the very foundations between people we often refer to as 'trust'. I love my friends, but I don't excuse their actions. The girl has confronted the other girls. I've remained unnamed and have once again come out of the shit rain clean. But only on the outside. Inside, my conscience is smeared with guilt and the loneliness that is only brought on by keeping a dark secret.
-S&T
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