So I am going to continue from the last JT story....
After having my friends call me on a 5-way call, I decided that I'd had enough of making plans to get stood up. I started to make plans with them and squeeze him in when I was free. He hated it and complained all the times that my friends were more important. I told him that my friends were consistent and those are the kind of people that I like to deal with.
Prom time came and of course we were going together. We had talked about dresses and tuxes and he had even gave me the money for the tickets. So the big night finally rolls around and as his family came to my house, we all wondered one thing. Where is JT?
No one had seen or heard from him in hours so I began to panick. All I could think of was how I wasn't going to go to college because I'd be in jail for murdering JT for standing me up for the prom.
As time passed and no one heard from him, I sat there wondering why I let myself get put in this position, yet again. All my pictures from that night have me with a scowl on my face.
After a couple hours of waiting it was brought to my attention that he had made no arrangements as far as transportation for us. His aunt ended up letting us take her Range Rover. While it was nice, I was in a dress and ended up having to hop up in into the truck.
When we finally made it to the prom, it was beautiful. Our high school gym was on the verge of being condemned so they had rented a ballroom at a hotel downtown to host the prom. It was great seeing all my friends and classmates and finally I could get to the fun part of the evening, or so I thought....
I went to my neighborhood high school so these were the same people I have known since elementary school. You'd think with that being the case, that JT could have been civil to them, but no, he had no common sense. A male friend of mine came to the table and told me how nice I looked and tried to shake JT's hand and JT said no and sat there. My friend was like "are you serious man?" JT, in all his ignorance and foolishness said yes he was and he wouldn't offer up a lousy handshake.
The night pretty much went downhill from there. We didn't dance once and by midnight, I was ready to go home. With the night being ruined and my decision to totally ignore him being the tone for the rest of the evening, I laid my head to the window and fell asleep.
When I woke up we were at his friend's house. Let me take that back, he was in his friend's house and he had left me in the truck. I was infuriated, I almost beat a hole in the door telling him to come out. Turns out he had been in there an hour and just left me outside. I cried and told him he ruined one of the most memorable nights of my life and told him to take me home.
Things never really got better between us. They actually got worse. The days between us were coming to a close for me when JT, his friend, myself and one of my best friends were walking through our neighborhood together.
We got into an arugument for whatever reason and he decided to call me a b#@*&. It was horrible. Not only did he call me out my name, but in front of my best friend. We left him standing there and he started to call and page me, apologizing repeatedly, saying he'd never call me that again.
In the meantime, I had started college and was working part time. He was still doing nothing with his life and made it a point to let me know how I wasn't any better than him on a daily basis. I worked at a cookie place in the mall and had noticed this guy who would always come and order the same thing everyday and linger around, trying to get a convresation going.
So on this particular day, I called JT from work when I had a break. His tone was confused and I was trying to figure out why. So he says "oh you're at work?" I tell him that I am and he can see it for himself by looking at the Caller ID. He then goes on to forewarn me that he had left me a message on my answering machine at home, but to disregard it. I pressed him, asking what the message said and he just told me to delete it and not even listen.
JT must have been a fool to think I wouldn't fly home after work to hear that message. He had apparently forgot that I worked that day because he left several messages about how he was mad that I was ignorning his calls. In the final message he left, he called me another b#@*& and said he was mad that I was playing games and not answering the phone.
After calming myself down, I dropped JT's sorry tail. I felt like a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders. The next day at work, the guy who always sparked up conversations finally made a play and asked me if I had a bf. I replied, no, we just broke up. We exchanged numbers and went out that same night. He showed me how a man was supposed to treat a young lady and after a few weeks, JT was nothing more than an afterthought.
But if you think that JT let it end there and bowed out gracefully....you're wrong....