So this is the story of how I got brutally rejected
by my crush of three years in the most humiliating way possible.
And no, it doesn’t have a happy ending. It has chaos, violence, and a whole lot of secondhand embarrassment.
So boom, I was 17 years old, and I had been in love with Alex for three whole years.
Like, obsessed. But I kept waiting for him to make a move.
And just when I thought it was finally going to happen… I found out he was moving to New Jersey.
I was like, oh hell no, I cannot let him leave without knowing how I feel. S
o I came up with a master plan: I was gonna confess to him in the most dramatic, unforgettable way possible.
So the night before, I spent a solid 30 minutes making a huge sign that said:
“WILL U BE MY BF?”
I decorated it with little hearts, sparkles, the whole romantic Pinterest aesthetic package. I wanted him to
remember this moment forever.
The next morning, I woke up extra early to get ready. I did my makeup perfectly,
picked out my cutest outfit, even spritzed on some extra perfume so I would smell good
when we had our romantic moment.
I walked into school with my big-ass sign, head held high, confidence at 100%. People were already staring
, whispering, and I was like, yup, they KNOW history is about to be made.
i spotted Alex by his locker, and I marched straight up to him like I was about to drop the biggest mixtape of the
century.
I held up the sign, smiling like I was in a Netflix rom-com, and said:
“Will you be my boyfriend, Alex?”
Now… the way this man COUGHED. Like he was about to CHOKE TO DEATH.
I thought he was gonna drop dead right there. And the silence? Deafening.
People started whispering. Some were chuckling. I even heard someone say ‘OH SH—’ in the background.
Alex just stood there, blinking. He looked at me, then at my sign, then back at me. My heart was racing.
I was waiting.
And then…
This dude SIGHS, rubs his face, and says:
“Priscilla… I have a girlfriend.”
I swear, my soul left my body.
But before I could even process what was happening, I heard a voice behind me say:
“DID YOU JUST ASK OUT MY BOYFRIEND?”
I turn around and BOOM—enter Olivia, aka his GIRLFRIEND.
I didn’t even know this man HAD a girlfriend.
She’s fuming. Eyes wide, nostrils flaring, hair flipping—she looks like she’s about to end my whole career.
And before I could even say, “GIRL I DIDN’T KNOW,”
she THROWS HER BACKPACK AT ME LIKE A WHOLE WWE MATCH JUST STARTED.
The backpack smacks me right in the stomach, and I stumble back like I just got PUNCHED by THE HULK.
People are SCREAMING. Phones are OUT. Snapchats are being SENT.
And this girl? She’s not done.
She GRABS MY SIGN, TEARS IT IN HALF, and throws the pieces on the floor like she just won the Hunger Games.
Meanwhile, Alex?
This man WALKS AWAY.
HE JUST LEAVES ME THERE.
I was standing there, humiliated, signless, bruised from the backpack assault, and DEAD inside.
And that’s how I got violently rejected and jumped all in one day.
I’ll post part two when I feel like it.
search Priscilla storytimezz for more goofy stuff like this ig