“So, who are you?” my girlfriend Kim asked. “I am John, your boyfriend”. Kim had just bought a spell book, and she wanted to try it. She asked me if I would allow her to try it on me, since I don’t believe in magic, I accepted.
So, this is my third year of college. I have always been a bully, I always make fun and even hurt geeks at school. I didn’t care if they were students of teachers, I would make their lifes a living hell.
*This is part 2 of the story, please read part 1 for context here
“That’s a cute look. Why are you looking at me like that?”
My days were quite boring. All I did was work, and watch tv. One day, I decided to create a blog, maybe about videogames, I don’t know, something that I used to like doing before I had so much work. I was about to name my blog “John’s Blog”, but I thought “that’s not fun”. So I wrote “Amy’s Blog of Sex”. At least in my written fantasies, I would write about Amy having sex with me. Amy didn’t exist, she was just my fantasy girl.
I have never been fond of my roommate Stephan, but when he suggested an investment opportunity I jumped at the offer. He said “Here’s the plan, I will buy a female bodysuit, and you will wear it to pose as my girlfriend, when “we” meet my parents this weekend. Then we will ask for money to fund “our” trip to Jamaica.” At first I was weary, but when he explained the harmlessness of the suit, and how it was only for the night, I reluctantly agreed.
*snap*
I told my friend James that I have always liked girls with red hair. He then got an old book from a drawer in his room. He said it used to be his grandma’s book. “What if I told you that I can use this book to make a girl appear in this room?” he said. “Any girl?” I asked him back. “The girl from your dreams if you want”. I looked at him with disbelief. “Just describe the girl in this piece of paper, and I will cast the spell” he said while handing me a piece of paper and a pen.
John was going through a rough time. His girlfriend left him, recently, his father died, he was stuck with a shitty job. When he asked me if he could stay at my place for a few days, I quickly said yes.
My girlfriend, Emma, wasn’t happy that I didn’t ask her but she understood the situation and accepted.
It was a weekly tradition. Every Friday, Dylan and I would visit the local bar trying to pick up girls to bring back to our apartment. Usually, we had a good amount of success but tonight there was no such luck. I’d been getting edgier and edgier(as well as drunker and drunker) the longer this went on until finally I’d tried to pick up this one chick sitting by herself in the corner. When she’d said no I’d been pretty pissed, muttering under my breath as I walked away. Little did I know that she’d snapped her fingers and pointed out me, muttering under her own breath. I remembered feeling light headed as I walked over to meet up with Dylan.