Too Much Noyes

I should’ve known you were drama because you had a girlfriend, and not just any girl but our families’ friend’s eldest daughter. But here I am writing this story about us. I’m not sure we ever formally met; we just existed in all the same spaces. At school, but I think you were a grade or two ahead of me, and I was the fresh new face, although you were thinking of me as a fresh piece of ass. When your mom would do my hair, we just seemed to always cross paths. The first time I heard really anything of you was from a friend who was gossiping about an infamous party. Sitting in the library on a study period, she told me how you’d “gone too far pushing yourself ” on her boyfriend while you were super drunk. This party became only whispers between friends; everyone tried to hide the truth. I hate when information is hidden or censored to show a shitty man’s behavior like yours in better light. You were cute, short, and of course ginger, somehow always my soft spot of mine. My only thought then was “mmm, a new addition to the market.” My selection was so few at the time, and any attention was well…attention. I’ve always used way too many dating apps ever since I was thirteen, so I’m sure that’s how you found me. I was even popular enough to have peers saying anonymous rumors about me on this app we all used to use to talk shit about kids we didn’t like. It was quick work from there once you had found me; the clock was ticking, and Bellows Falls was in for some drama. My dad was ahead of the chambers of commerce, so of course, he’d know everyone in town. Your mother was the local hairdresser cutting everyone’s hair, including my dad, and lastly, my dad’s best friend is your girlfriend’s mother…you catch all that? Wouldn’t you think I picked up on any of that? Well, that surely didn’t stop me. Maybe if I had understood the whole picture, it could’ve stopped me. Needless to say, you texted me the moment you left her house, and I told my dad I was going out for a walk, and we did it. I was in broad daylight hanging halfway out of the back seat of your car in a parking lot getting railed. Being handed this dirty secret, I decided to play matchmaker and break you and her up by doing what I did: I exposed everyone. Turns out exposing someone you’ve secretly been fucked by to the town doesn’t always play in your favor. I guess it started with your girlfriend, who I told everything to, sent screenshots, and messages. She tried to take her life the next day. Everything inside me refused to feel pity for her; after all, you’d cheated with six other people, the infamous party like she was living in denial, and I did the lord’s work. Next, my dad told your mom. Come to find out, your mother is homophobic about her son being gay that you’ve been trying to hide for years, and just like that, I outed you. This is where my guilt kicks in because why didn’t anyone tell me? I figured gay dad friends with a hairdresser like she got to be cool, but as a matter of fact, quite the opposite. Your mother hated me; word spread, and I’ve turned into the town home wrecker. I liked you enough to have kept your secret if you would’ve told me the truth. You just wanted to get your dick wet, typical men. Being a sixteen-year-old, life can be complicated. I just thought someone’s gotta tell his girlfriend. Did I sleep with you just to get the evidence to throw in her face? Maybe, but you took the bait. After I was ruined and a disgrace to my family, they’d eventually kick me out, and I always wondered if that event would even allow you to just live authentically. Guess not, because I stalked you on Facebook, and I see you’re married with children. Your mother must be so proud.