Kobe Bryant sucks.

The second I saw you it just seem inevitable, but that doesn't make it a good thing. We haven't been allowed to speak for a while now with the whole 'bros before hoes' thing, but that didn't seem to stop you and I think now your 'bro' is a little bit pissed. But what do I care? It's not like it was my fault, you were the one who was so "tempted" by me. It's not like I (practically) raped you on the couch. But I mean hey, what's done is done. Thinking about it we both have consequences to pay, because now I look like some easy slut, doing the rounds of the people we know. It's funny how you talk yourself up, I think you were just jealous that it was effortless for him to have me to. I did miss you though, and it was good to see you, I just like it better when you're holding my hand and not trying to unzip the back of my dress. I'm just thinking about the next time I'll see you, which I think will be soon (because that's just my luck) and I'm really hoping it's not where I'll be exposed to staring eyes, sarcastic comments and long, awkward silences. I also hope your 'bro' has had a good talking to you, to make sure that all of this doesn't happen again.

S.