Went to Ben's party on Saturday night. Taylor was being a huge douche, and I was getting so pissed off. Long story short, Taylor was all over all of my friends, including one he had just been talking shit about, and then the second she walks through the door he tells her he wants to kiss her. And I already feel like I'm in constant competition with this one friend, and for the first time, ever, I feel like I have a one-up on her. Because he's sitting there telling me that I'm awesome for being so chill and blah blah bullshit blah. Then she walks through the door and he can't sit down next to her fast enough.
I storm out, pissed about the entire situation. And I'll admit that I was a little jealous that he was all over a bunch of other girls too, but I really didn't care all that much. Not until I heard that Taylor was being a dick to Jake (the basketball player) because he was jealous. He had saw that Jake and I were alone talking for about 20 minutes, and went on a rant telling everyone he was jealous. That's when I started to get more angry, when I heard about that. Because if you care so much then why the fuck are you all over my friends?
I left around 12:15, to take Bailey home and to be home on time for my curfew. By this point Taylor was plastered and I was saying goodbye to everyone and he could tell I was pissed. He was calling my name while I was walking to my car but I ignored him and kept walking. He chased me down and was persistently asking me why I was mad at him. I just kept telling him that we needed to talk about it when he wasn't drunk and that I couldn't explain it all or I would be late. The conversation ended with us screaming at the top of our lungs at each other and him screaming "FUCK YOU" to me and threatening the end of our friendship.
I went to my car crying.
I haven't heard from him since. No text or anything.
I should've just hooked up with Jake.
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