Wow, yesterday was chock full of drama… let’s start from the beginning.

Actually, let’s start before that. On Tuesday afternoon I told Jessie, one of the most popular managers at the store. There is a reason her nickname is “Mama Bear”. I didn’t give her the extended edition of events, like you readers have, just the cliff notes version. She’s going to try to schedule Ashley and myself on opposite shifts, so we don’t really have to interact. Since our precinct is so small, Ken and I are going to have to work together.

Ok. Now, back to our story.

On Tuesday night I decided I was being too hard on Ken. Yes, he screwed up. Yes, the boy shouldn’t have thought with his dick. But I couldn’t change what happened. I can’t change what he or she did. I can’t control their actions. I CAN control how I let it affect me.

So on Wednesday I was civil to both Ken and Ashley. Ken’s keeps saying how his entire life is spiraling out of control. Angering me, messing around with Ashley, telling his girlfriend about the affair (which she responded with telling him that 6 months ago she slept with another guy), telling me that his girlfriend just asked him to get a pregnancy test for her (he says the last time they slept together was 3 months ago and he used protection)….

Wow.. his life is even more fucked up than mine. But back to my story, it is my blog after all.

So I was just kinda watching everything from a detached standpoint. It was funny watching Ken squirm when I just zinged him with an offhand comment. mu-hahahaha! Poke, poke, poke. It was REALLY funny watching Ashley get confused by me being polite and smiling at her. After two weeks of us not talking, and suddenly this? Yeah, I’m evil.

So, I figured that she and I might as well have “the talk”. I told her we needed to talk about the situation. She indicated now. I tried to hedge saying that we really can’t have a discussion like this between clients. She replied that she had to take her mother to the airport in the morning and didn’t really wanna stay late. *shrug* Fine.

I asked what I did to have her treat me this way. Why did she just turn it off like a switch. She told me that her last boyfriend wouldn’t talk to her, and she didn’t wanna go through that again. Worst. Excuse. Ever.

“But.. you leapt RIGHT to Ken…” She explained he’s her neighbor. Even. Worse. Excuse. Ever.

“You sucked his dick…” She just did a small shrug. Not even an excuse.

I explained to her I just didn’t understand why. I did everything for her. I was her best friend. I gave her a shoulder to cry on, someone to wipe away her tears. If she didn’t want to have a romantic relationship with me, I wouldn’t like it, but I would accept it. But the way she’s acting, I can’t even have that with her.

She kinda teared up a little, then raised her voice a bit and started saying how she doesn’t want to talk to anybody. Everyone should just “leave her the fuck alone”. She started cursing in Spanish and then stormed away.

I was a bit shocked, but also amused at this. It was all starting to become clear how immature this girl is. I texted Elena (remember her?), since she and I have been talking more recently. She believes Ashley needs to be punched in the face. I told her that I’ll leave that honor for her when she visits later this year. lol

So she starts rapid-fire texting Ken. *rolls eyes* I let it go on for about 30 minutes. He’s trying to get rid of her, since she’s causing so much drama in his life too. Finally I get enough of it and text her.

“I’m not angry. I was, but now I’m just hurt and confused. If you don’t want to talk to me, that’s ok. Just please be honest with me. That’s all I’ve ever asked. It’s a small precinct. I know each time you text him.”

Suddenly, her texts to Ken stop. Amazing, huh?

So I’m talking to Ken between clients. He tells me that she didn’t even tell him that she and I were sleeping together. In fact, that she seemed to go out of her way about it. That the last time she slept with a guy was in November. Hmmm…. *looks down at penis* I remember being with her, don’t you?

It agrees, in case you were wondering.

He also tells me that she told him “I have no regrets about breaking up with him.”

You know, who is this person? Really? It seems like she changes her story more often than Robert Downy Jr. used to change drinks.

So I let her stew for another 30 minutes or so, she doesn’t text me back. Oh well… I figure I’ll be the bigger person…

WARNING: Here be texts!

(I think you will be able to tell who’s texting with each, but I’ll note them anyway)

S: “I guess your silence is your response. I have no choice but to accept it. I’m sorry that our last interaction will be you cursing and storming away from me. I was hoping that we could at least be friends after all this. You have obviously chosen otherwise. Please be gentle with yourself. You are better than you believe. If you’ve heard nothing else I’ve said, please hear that. I wish you happiness. I will not bother you again.”
A: “Do me a favor and delete my number from your phone. Treat me like i Dont exist. Harlots have on place in this world and i intend on leaving no marks.”
Elena (who I’ve been sharing some of the drama with): “As long as she admits what she is.” (God, I love Elena for that!)
S: “If that is what you truly want. I will do as you ask. But if you ever need me, I’m here for you.”
A: “Dont say that. Just hate me. Have me like you should for i deserve nothing less. I deserve every bit of pain i feel and Will soon feel. Dont look at me. Dont acknowledge me.”
(The “will soon feel” raised at red flag for me here)
S: “Look, You need someone to talk to. I might not like the choices you have made, but I’m still your friend. I don’t want to smother you, but I am worried.”
A: “I dont want to talk to anyone. I want to suffer. I want to torment myself because i deserve it. Its not your business what i do to myself. Pity not the filthy slut.”
(“not your business what I do to myself” REALLY has me worried. At this point I’m concerned she might try to hurt herself. I decide to leave work early and check on her. I’m trying to keep her talking now.)
S: “Tell me.. Does eating yourself up help your mood? I’m guessing not. Let me help you? Please?”
A: “No but pain and anger do. I don’t need anything”
S: “You need a friend.”
A: “No i don’t leave me alone”
S: “Stop beating yourself up and talk to me.”
A: “Leave me alone!”
S: “No. I refuse to let a friend wallow in self pity.”
A: “Then go fuck yourself. im turning off my phone”
S: “Stop being angry with me for being a nice guy.”

I arrive at her apartment and knock on the door. Her roommate answers. I ask if I can see Ashley. Hannah looks back into what I assume was the living room and I hear Ashley “Who is it?” “Stephen” “NO! I don’t want to talk to him! GO AWAY STEPHEN!”

“Ummm.. ok.. then can I visit with YOU Hannah?”

At this point Ashley storms to the door and starts yelling at me. She doesn’t want to talk to me. I just wanted to make sure she was ok. She says she’s glad I’m here, she needs to give me my shit. She goes off into the apartment and comes back a minute later with a bag containing a book I leant her, a bracelet I gave her, and a DVD. She keeps yelling at me. I keep trying to talk to her. I think what infuriated her the most was the more and more upset she got, I wasn’t letting it get to me. I just kept talking to her in a soft, calm, gentle voice. She eventually gets so worked up that she punches the hallway wall, stomps into her apartment, and slams the door. I hear her yelling at Hannah from behind the door. Classy.

I stand there for a minute, not sure if I should knock again, when I decide nothing good can come of me remaining. I shrug and get in my car and drive home.

I know, the ending is anticlimactic, but it’s true.. sorry.

Anyway.. I’ve typed a LOT this morning. I’m gonna go play some WoW. I’ll probably write more thoughts later.