Lola's Life: The Days That Followed

After that night, my life was like one big party. I graduated college with a degree in Web Design only to figure out that wasn't what I wanted to do. (I'm still trying to figure out what I want to do, by the way)
I hung out with my girls every chance I had. We partied and went clubbing like it was our job. I met new people, made new friends and even found a new fling.

We'll call him "city boy". City Boy was here for college and was an on going headache for 7 months of my life. When I first met him, the idea of him did nothing for me. I wasn't interested in him right off the bat but hung out with him for the fun of it. It was never anything serious, we kissed and watched movies together. He made me laugh and that was what I needed. After my one nighter, I didn't feel like myself. Something in me had changed and I was trying to find myself again. I don't feel like city boy did that, but he helped me to forget the past and taught me a lot about the future. He helped me understand the way a guy's mind works and I quickly learned to play their "game". Wrong move. Because of this, he played the game on me and I played it right back...but probably better. We eventually both had enough and stopped playing all together. We ended all communication and after that I decided to give myself a break from men, dating, love, etc. I felt hopeless and had given up.

Until one Wednesday. I didn't know it then, but I do know.
He was an old friend, a guy from the past. We'll call him "buddy". I hadn't seen Buddy in years and we exchanged numbers. He wanted to hang out but I was hesitant. My guard was up and I was trying to keep it that way. I eventually gave in and before I knew it, we were spending day and night together. We started hooking up and at first I had complete control over my emotions, and then he started coming around more often and sleeping over every night. I became attached and very comfortable with him. He was one of my best friends plus more, and I loved spending my time with him. He helped me find myself again.
Before I knew it, things went wrong. He wanted to have his cake and eat it too and that wasn't something I was okay with. We stopped spending time together and we even stopped talking for awhile. At first I couldn't adjust. I was so used to having him around that I couldn't sleep. It took me weeks to sleep a full night and even longer to stop wanting him there. We had a lot of good times which make for great memories but it's hard to look back when there's so much regret...

But that's the way life goes...and now I've brought you up to speed.

xxx-
Lola

The Beginning: An Angel's Revenge

Let's forget the intro and jump right in, shall we?
For the sake of our identities (and not wanting to blow up our own spots), I will go by the name "Lola" and my best friend will go by the name "Lily".

One year ago yesterday rolled into today, Lily and I did something we never thought we'd do. Before this night began, we were truly innocent, good girls who played by the rules when it came to love and relationships. We'd both gotten out of 4 year relationshits (this is not a typo) of some kind or another with 2 idiots who showed us a whole new meaning to the word "asshole" and we decided we'd had enough.
It seems the good girls are always overlooked while the bad girls seem to get the better end of everything. I won't go into detail about our past with our exes, because really...who wants to hear that? But we were fed up with the b.s and figured it was our time to play.
and you know what they say, "don't play games with a girl who can play them better". or in this case, girls.

The day started off like any other, normal everyday routines...woke up, showered, ate, worked etc. It was mid afternoon and I was home cleaning when I happened to get a text. From who? My ex's best friend. He wanted to hang out and I agreed. I had no interest in him but he was attractive and I thought it would be fun, plus I figured I could always back out. The day went on and Lily came over when she was through with work. We sat around laughing and making jokes about how the night would end, neither of us taking it seriously. He text again asking if we were still on and that was my chance to bolt, but I didn't...

Instead, I told Lily I'd only hang out with him if she hung out with her ex's best friend. (I know, it seems like a joke but this is 100% facts!) Like any best friend would, or at least my best friend, she agreed. (which is why I love her so dearly!) And how easier could it have been, we were all friends so the night just happened to fall into place. Her ex's best friend agreed and the plans were made.

When the boys arrived, the night began. We had beer and drugs (nothing hard core, just a little weed) and we all began to drink. Lily and I were never into drugs, not even weed, but we figured it was time to start living life on the edge. (ha ha ha) We eventually smoked and the mixture of the two had us all feeling silly. We watched movies, joked around, laughed and reminisced. We were all having a good time and probably starting to feel the effects because mid way through our second movie I found myself cuddled up next to "my guy" of the night and noticed Lily had disappeared into another room with "her guy" of the night.

Well, I'm sure you can all figure out what happened after that. And if you can't, let me spell it out for you...S E X.
Yep, two best friends having sex with their ex's best friends, in the same house, at the same time.

The night finally ended around 5:30a.m and since this was my first (and only) one night stand, my emotions to my actions were disgust, anger and probably even a little guilt thrown in there. The days that followed were the same but soon after I accepted it, I felt accomplished. I was pleased with myself that for years he did what and who he wanted behind my back and I managed to sleep with his best friend without him finding out. And I know Lily felt the exact same way.

Talk about payback.

How far have you gone to get revenge? (even if you are the only one who knows about it)

xxx-
Lola