My Ex Boyfriend

It must be said, that I have had some truly crap boyfriends. But one that is annoying me to breaking point recently has to be a certain someone named Joey.

Let me start from the beginning. I went to a local high school which was full of people who weren't like me at all, they hated me and made the two and a half years that I was there pure hell. So I moved to a school which was the other side of town and if I remember correctly, Joey asked me out the second day that I was there. He hardly knew me, I hardly knew him - one mistake that I will always regret, for I would never have gone near him if I had gotten to know him first.

I decided to go out with him purely because I thought I wouldn't get any better offers. Years of having every ounce of self-esteem and confidence knocked out of me by mindless yobs at my previous school made me think that I wouldn't be able to get another boyfriend anytime soon, so I foolishly said yes when he asked me out over msn.

He seemed alright for four months or so. Then he started to talk to a girl called Deanne over msn. From what I could gather, they were very keen on each other - too keen if you ask me. They both liked each other, and sometimes I was reluctantly added to three-way conversations with Joey, Deanne, and myself. Their conversations weren't what I would call just friendly chats. In fact they spoke to each other as if they were going out with each other, while I was in the conversations with them!

Well this obviously bothered me, but I decided to think nothing of it, because I hadn't previously had much experience with boys so I accepted this sort of thing as being normal boy behaviour. But a few weeks later he cowardly dumped me over msn. This didn't bother me in the slightest, but I couldn't believe it when he told me why he was breaking up with me. He had seen me hugging Aaron (one of my best friends who just so happens to be a boy) so he wrongly accused me of cheating on him. It was perfectly acceptable for him to talk to Deanne over msn - and even over the phone, but I wasn't allowed to show some innocent affection towards one of my best friends? Even though to this present day I still believe that he dumped me for Deanne (they started going out a few weeks after myself and Joey broke up) I was happy about this, because he had gotten rather overbearing, and I secretly had wanted to finish with him for a while.

You must remember that this was a year ago, and I am rather shocked at how my feelings for him have completely changed in that short space of time, as it only feels like yesterday when I was the 'new girl'. But for a good three months at least, Joey has been coming over to my group of friends at dinnertime, and he has been causing nothing but havoc and mayhem. He constantly steals girls shoes and runs riot with other peoples belongings. More often than not, girls have been without their school bag, or a shoe, or something else for the best part of dinner, and only get their possessions back when the bell goes. Only just whilst writing this, I have cottoned on to the fact that it really is only girls who he seems to target, and there is usually at least one girl each dinnertime would end up hopping around with one shoe on, and I would run after Joey myself in the hope that I might get the shoe back. He would try anything in his power to keep that shoe or bag or whatever it may be, and he seemed to go to any extreme lengths in doing so, and on numerous occasions stuffed other peoples property down his trousers. Well nobody would want it back once it's been down there would they?

Joey is also the most racist person that I know apart from my dad. And as a string of unneccesary 'black' jokes streamed out of his mouth, I could hardly believe what I was seeing. A handful of rather loud, argumentative, boys of mixed race were present as these distasteful 'jokes' were broadcast, and said nothing. But don't worry, because I severely bit his head off - being someone who can't stand any form of discrimination (Zac Efrom jibes don't count!) and I made my feelings known.

Also, another perfectly good reason to dislike him is the fact that despite dumping me because of a mere embrace with a friend, he literally begged me to dump my boyfriend at the time for him. I refused to do so, as you would expect me to. But he then had the audacity to tell me: "dump him or cheat on him then". A quote which will remain with me for as long as I have the great pleasure in knowing Joey, and something which I will always hold against him, and who knows, maybe even use it for any future blackmail purposes. He must seriously have a picture of Johnny Depp on his bedroom mirror if he thinks I would ever willingly go near him again.

And lastly, I take art GCSE, and take great pride in my sketchbook. It is something which I am extremely attatched to, and each page in it represents me. Joey grabbed my school bag one dinnertime and took my sketchbook out of it, and started looking through it. He told me that he just wanted to look at it, so I let him do so without being rude. Then once he had gotten to the last page, he said sarcastically: "I want to look through it again". So he did. Once he had done this, he ran away with it like a childish boy, holding my beloved artbook in his arms, with me chasing after him like a desperate serial killer. After about ten minutes of doing this I decided to give up, and realised that I would get my artbook sooner or later, but became increasingly unhappy during this lunchtime, not knowing what Joey might be doing with my artbook. I was completely amazed when one of my lesser friends told him to stand on my artbook, and he did. He also grabbed my pencil case and removed all of the contents and placed them in a line along the ground, and I was told to "follow the trail and get the treasure at the end" - the treasure being my artbook which Joey was clutching in his hands. After a lot of stubborn refusal to do this, I did it, and finally got my artbook back, and made Joey pick up all of my stationary which he had so cruelly scattered all over the ground. It wasn't until later that night while I was at home, when I noticed that he had written "Joey was here" on the back page in my sketchbook. Yes, it may have been the last page, it might not have mattered so much, but he could have written it in invisible ink for all I care. It was rude, and insensitive, and he shows no consideration for anybody else or their possessions. He remains to this day, to be a thoughtless, sarcastic, annoying person, and I seriously dislike myself for being so bad of a judge of character for ever going out with him.

And he wonders why I constantly want to kick him in his crotch every time that I see him?