drama factor

i’ve writted a lot today. but i guess the story of brady is worth telling. he’s proabably read this, because he’s a sneaky son of a bitch. but i’m not afraid of owning up to my thoughts.
brady and i became friend my sophmore year. i was in love with scott, brady was in the musical and he was hott.
luckily the musical was double cast and we spend his off days flirting backstage. which was risky and bad because i was in love….lol
littany and i made out in his car because he dared us, and scott and i almost broke up. it was utterly terrible. we should have kept our mouths shut. literally and figurativly(sp). It’s funny how people get so upset over things like that in highschool. If i was Scott, I would have thought it was hott.
so that was the drama of that year. i basically told brady i wanted to fuck him.
next year we flirted. but i really liked jason chamberlain. he ruined my life by telling the sarah’s about my open diary. my whole life got put in the public and i was pretty embarrassed. it ruined the musical, and everything.
we made up.
we made out.
he came over a few times my senior year and we fooled around.
we finally started sleeping together. that went on for a while….all the way until August of 2005.
when suddenly brady decided not to talk to me.
long story short….he’s still giving the excuses. and i’m sick of it.
i appreciated him as a friend and a good(and i mean good) lay. so he can go to hell.
ma’am