The worst kind of guy? The clingy possessive, calls you every night before he goes to bed type? The arrogant dickhead who has four girls going at once and 'forgets' to mention it? The too-smart-for-his-own good type who can't help but correct everything you say? The ultra-competitive, cheating at mini golf with the terrible hair? Answer: all of the above. Sometimes you just can't do anything right. Then again, sometimes the 'right' guy annoys everyone but you.
J can't stand the fact that A and V are back together, if 'together' is even the right word to describe them. Going out to dinner with M and L they
accidentally sat on a table right near V and a few of his wanker mates
(including X who even L had to admit is not looking so fine these days).
They chose to ignore each other (or perhaps A, who is going blind these
days, just didn't notice) until one of V's mates, while drunkenly
reenacting some crap scene from an even crapper movie, managed to rip
out a chunk of A's hair. Her hair is in pretty shit condition, thanks to
dying it a different colour every few weeks. It's currently red. Anyway
A turned around and started yelling abuse and suddenly froze when she
realised it was basically V she was yelling at. She then stopped yelling
and they moved to another table, where A proceeded to begin bitching
about V and her general annoyance at him. Even L told her to shut the
hell up and that we are all sick of her whining about the guy she was
sleeping with. Thankfully A did shut up, only to start complaining about
how one of her uni friends is trying to set her up with his best mate.
Really, it is rather stupid. Commitment phobic A will never be the best
choice for anyone. Still, enough.
In other news, E is back in the country. And other girls that won't shut
up include M. Except in her case, it's probably fair enough. She's
stressing out about seeing him again even though they are friends again.
Maybe because they are friends again. C thinks he broke up with the
girlfriend in New Zealand before he left but it hasn't been confirmed
and everyone is too afraid to ask. E is having a welcome home drinks
this weekend and M has no idea what to say or how to act...or what to
wear. The others are planning to do the usual: wear a black dress and
drink tequila until they can't stand up and make out with a cute boy in
the corner. Well, the last one may just be J. A will most likely be
getting in fights and L will most likely be scaring everyone with her
dance 'moves'. M figures the best thing to do is to act like the good
friend she always was and let everything else fall into place. Go with
the flow. She's pretty sure she still has intense feelings for him
though, the kind that distance and time can't quell and only become
obvious upon their physical return.