Ashley's nonfiction

Ashley Sumpter
Non Fiction
Just get Over it!

Isn’t it funny how sometimes you get that feeling? That feeling of this girl is nothing but trouble and I better keep my eyes on her. I had what I thought to be an amazing circle of friends. I had met them when my boyfriend and I started dating. We all hung out at least twice a week if not more. We had thirsty Thursday at Mike’s dorm every Thursday and often hung out on Saturdays for two years. We all had our own personalities we brought to the group. Mike my boyfriend the thoughtful one always trying to please and kept the cool, Magnaughty, the super comedic hippie, Josh our ghetto Asian, Megan joshes girlfriend that annoyed the hell out of us and that none of us could stand, Chelsea the people pleaser, I guess I would be the one who would do anything for you until you crossed me, and the playboy bunny tattooed stupid slut Amber.

We were all wonderful friends who at times had their moments but for the most part got along. The girls would often try to have girl outings. I considered Stupid Bitch Amber and Chelsea to be my best friends. Then I started noticing that I was being left out of things. Thanks to this stupid thing called Facebook I was able to pry into my best friends’ lives and see that I wasn’t invited to go to Kings Dominion, county fairs, shopping, movies, dinners, and many other things. I would always confront them when alcohol was involved, not my best moments nor the best time to bring up something that was upsetting to me. While in the bathroom with dumb whore Amber and Chelsea I got the courage to ask.

“I saw that you guys went to Kings Dominion…when did you go?” I asked
“Umm.. Last Saturday.” Chelsea would say
“Ya, It was like so much fun.” Amber would add
“Great” with sarcasm I would say “How come you guys didn’t call me?”
“It was last minute.” Or “We didn’t think you would want to come.” Or “We thought you were working.” Or “We just didn’t think to call you” were some of their many responses as to why I was not invited to come.

It really sounds so pathetic really, who nags their friends to spend time with them? But I thought these girls were my best friends’ one would think that friends usually would want to spend time together. Well this was not the case with my so called friends.

Then one night while drinking with my “friends” I started noticing that this white trash Amber was flirting with my Mike. I couldn’t believe it and it took every ounce of me not to go up to the both of them and take care of the situation but I like to think of myself as somewhat of a classy girl who would not start a verbal fight with her flirting boyfriend and an all out cat fight with a stupid bitch. So I kept my cool.
“Chelsea, cigarette?” I don’t smoke so she knew that I needed to talk.

We take the elevator down and go outside “to have a cigarette” and I am just fuming.
“Did you see Amber and Mike?” I asked
“Yea, they really seem to be flirting”
“I KNOW! I can’t believe this bull shit! What the fuck I thought she was my friend, friends don’t do that shit to each other. Oh, and don’t think he’s all off the hook. It takes two to tango.”
“Well I probably shouldn’t tell you this but I think Amber likes Mike.”
THAT FUCKING BITCH! I want to scream. I want to explode. I’m not the physical type but I want to slap the bitch. I need everyone to go home but most of all I need to keep my cool. Eventually everyone leaves way too drunk to drive and I try to let it out to my boyfriend without seeming insane.

While climbing into bed I say, “You seemed to be talking to Amber a lot tonight.”
“I was just being friendly.” He says
“Well it seemed like you guys were flirting to me.”
“I wasn’t flirting.”
“Well it seemed like you were”
“I wasn’t Ashley”
“Well, Chelsea said that she thinks Amber likes you, so can you be a little less ‘friendly’?”
“Sure but I wasn’t flirting with her.”
Growing more agitated I say, “well it sure seemed like it Mike, sometimes it not what you do but how others see it. So why all of a sudden you are being so ‘friendly’ with her.”
“Ashley I love you. She’s not my type not to mention she’s the typical air head, I like a girl with brains” he says as he kisses my forehead.
I really want to believe him but deep down I have this feeling in my stomach. “She’s not my type” keeps running in my head and then I start to think but wait I’m not really his type either. I have brown hair all of his girlfriends before were blonde. I’m a big family person and extraverted all of his other girlfriends came from small families and introverted. He also mentioned how he could never date a girl who was as trashy as she is, also he hates tattoos and she has two too many. So I let it go. Things seem to become consistent; we keep partying, she being “friendly” with him, him not being as “friendly” with her, and me being left out by the girls I considered my best friends.

So somewhere after two and a half years Mike and I break up on decent terms. He chooses not to do the whole “let’s be friends” thing because it would be “too hard to see you with someone else.” We don’t talk for two months, then one night I call him drunk while out with my rugby gals.

“Mike, come pick me up.” I say in my drunkenness.
“Ashley, no”
“Please Mike I miss you.” I say being a good manipulator I know what to say to get him to come get me.
“No you don’t”
“Yes I do” and I ramble, I ‘remind’ him about the good times, I cry and I say some other stuff I will never remember.
Sure enough he comes and gets me.

The next morning comes and it’s awkward. God why did I call him I think. As awkward as it was I was somewhat happy. I always wanted things to work with me and Mike, here could be our second chance I thought and deep down I wanted him to think that too. I get my stuff together we get into the car and he drives me to my car.
“What’s wrong?” I ask seeing his I’m thinking, confused face
“Nothing.”
“Mike you can’t fool me what’s up?”
“I just feel bad”
“bad about what?”
“Well I’m kinda seeing someone and I feel bad.”
Ok, deep breath. what did you expect? You haven’t talked to him in two months, what did you think things would go back the way they were? Do you want things the way they were? God why did I call him? I think to myself.
“Oh…well…umm” God this is so awkward! How much longer til we get to my car, oh thank God we’re almost here.

We pull up to my car. Before I get out I give him a hug say my goodbyes and tell him to call me if he wants. As he pulls off and I get into my car, I cry. Why was I so stupid?

Slowly Mike and I patched things up. November and December we see each other twice; great we’re a booty call. January once a month turns into every two weeks; ok we’re kind of working things out. February and March once a week to twice a week; we’re dating again? April, guess we are working it out we are “facebook official”.

While Mike and I were broken up I really learned who my true friends were, not once did any of our circle of friends try to contact me. It didn’t take long for facebook to inform me as to why.

I can’t help but get angry. So that person Mike was seeing and felt bad about was fucking Amber. I felt like I was in the movie Mean Girls. Amber was my Regina George! I wanted to throw her in front of a bus. Here was this girl I thought was my friend! I felt so betrayed by her and by him. How could they do that to me!

I tried to keep it in. Things we going good and I really didn’t want to fight especially about something that happened while we were broken up but how was I to get past this betrayal? It kept eating at me; I was balloon about to bust. After a night of drinking BOOM! I had exploded.

“You fucked Amber”
“Who told you?”
“No one had to fucking tell me! I’m not an idiot! She was the one you felt bad about! Don’t even fucking lie to me about it! She was my fucking friend!”
“ It happened while we were broken up. It only happened once, I was lonely and she was there.”
“What that’s your excuse ‘she was there’ really that’s your answer! It doesn’t matter that it happened when we we’re broken up! Out of respect for me! I knew it! I knew you Fucking liked her!”
“I didn’t like her”
“No, NO, don’t fucking say that to me you did like her! Damn it Mike you were flirting with her while we were still together! ‘No Ashley I could never be with someone like her, she’s dumb, she so trashy, I can’t stand her tattoos.’ Well I guess you changed your mind! you did liked her all along! You gave me such a hard time when I got my tattoo and mine is well done and meaningful! So how was fucking the girl who would fuck anything with a penis! You like her stupid playboy bunny tattoo near her nasty crab infested…..God Mike I hope you got fucking tested!”
“You fucked other people too!”
“Yes but no one from our circle! No one that you thought was your friend! No one you knew! That a little different Mike!”

This shouldn’t matter this is really so stupid! It happened while we were apart, this should not matter! The issue was not that he was having sex with other people but the fact that it was with someone who I thought was my friend. I felt so betrayed and it took me a long time to get over it and even then I’m not completely over it.

Soon after our fight Chelsea calls me wanting to hang out and like an idiot I say yes. It feels so awkward meeting up with her at Hard Times. We sit at the bar drinking our blue moons and discussing things I’d rather not. Then the shit hit the fan.

“Well Amber never really liked you. She always told me not to invite you. I really wanted all of us to be friends.”
“Oh so you knew Amber didn’t like me? And because she didn’t want me to come you agreed with her and didn’t invite me?” my tone almost as strict as an adult talking to a child.
“Well I wanted you to come; I always asked my how you were doing?”
“Chelsea, is that really supposed to make me feel better? You lied to me for two years. You made me feel unthought-of , or unwanted and always made up excesses as to why I wasn’t invited. Why didn’t you just say ‘Amber doesn’t want you to come’?”
“I wanted us all to be friends.”
“So you lied, how could we be friends? You didn’t care about my feelings so for you two years you put my feeling on the back burner for this nonexistent Utopia. All you had to do was tell me that she doesn’t like you and then I’d know that that’s why and not because it was ‘last minute, or we didn’t think to call you.’ I felt so left out and so rejected for two years. Well that’s great you asked Mike how I was doing but really you couldn’t have called, texted, emailed, facebooked…really Chelsea you couldn’t have done any of that.”

I really don’t know why I still hold this anger towards her mostly. Yes it was upsetting to me that she broke ‘girl code’ by hooking up with my Mike. The fact that we were broken up meant nothing to me. He told me he could never be with someone like her and look what happened the first person he is seeing while we are broken up was that stupid girl he was flirting with before. I need to just get over this; it was over a year ago. Why do I still hold this in, why can’t I just let it go? I think a huge part of me is letting it fester because I had to reevaluate everything when I found out about my ‘best friends’ betrays.

I truly believe that a boyfriend should be a best friend. Mike was my best friend and the first to betray me. He told me he could never be with someone like her he assured me that he was just being ‘friendly’ and that I have nothing to worry about. Well who was the girl he say during the break up? The girl he said he could have never been with. He was flirting with her while we were together and because of that I am now insecure about any girl ‘friend’ he has. I feel as if deep down he has some other motive and deep down if we break up she’ll be the first one he calls. Then I would feel like an idiot thinking this girl was my friend, thinking she was just his friend when all along there were other motives. I learned not to be the naïve girlfriend.

Chelsea lied to me for so long, casting my feelings aside in hopes that we could all be friends. I thought we all were friends, I didn’t understand why I was never invited to things. For two years she lied to me and let me feel left out. When I really needed a friend she was not there. She had always told me that, “If something ever happened [between you and Mike] I would choose you, I’ve known him longer, but you’re more of a friend.” Oh yea well I guess not because when something did happen she wasn’t there. I learned not to be the all trusting friend.

Amber just hurt me because I thought she was my friend. She pretended to be my friend and in the end was when she showed her true self. She broke ‘girl code’ and for that being civil around her is impossible. What hurts me the most with Amber was not the fact that she slept with my Mike but the fact that she lied about being my friend and because Of her I had to reevaluate every friend in my life. I thought this girl was my friend for two years and then to be told “I was never your friend, you don’t know who your real friends are.” Devastated me. I couldn’t trust any of my friends and became unsure with myself and my friends. I learned to reevaluate my life and who my true friends were.