I hate this girl (whoever the hell she is

So Yesterday I was out with my girlfriend, at the mall. The atmosphere was pretty lively and we were walking along steadily through the crowd of people. It was starting to get hot, so I took off my jacket. Big mistake.
I was wearing an 'I pwn noobs' shirt, though this was not really a big deal. My girlfriend had obviously never minded it, she actually thinks it's pretty funny since she sort of plays video games herself. So as I was saying, we were heading out towards the movie theater when suddenly I felt someone sneaking up behind us.
When I turned around, I was suddenly hugged by a mysterious girl in a purple sweater I'd never seen before. She had blond hair, and was considerably a few years older, probably a senior. Honestly she was pretty attractive herself.
"Who's this," my girlfriend suddenly blurted out.
"I-I don't know," I responded timidly, shaking my way away.
"Whaaat," the mysterious girl pronounced. "We've been going out for two months now, and you've been seeing someone else?"
At this point my girlfriend's face turned a little red, and she began power walking her way away towards us.
"Wait," I strongly called after her, but she kept walking.
I turned towards the mysterious blond girl.
"What the hell was that for?! And who are you?"
"That," she said forcefully as she pointed to my shirt. "You shouldn't be wearing a shirt like that, it brings up bad memories in some of us."
At this point I was in shock.
The mysterious blond girl turned away. Her last words to me were "have fun."


Thinking about it now, she might have been dumped by a guy who was way into gaming, anyways I don't know. All I know is that I couldn't find my girlfriend and she didn't answer her cell. When I came home she was on AIM, and I explained everything to her, thankfully she believes me.

Moral of the story: IDK.

But it doesn't end there, why I am posting this on gamefaqs.
It seems weird that the story continues but whatever. This is becoming weird.


Anyways, today after school I felt bored, so I took a drive to the same mall where the first event happened. This time however, I was not wearing my 'I pwn noobs' shirt, but a plain regular black shirt and jeans. At the time of going there my wallet was not very full, it had maybe sixty dollars in it.
I didn't actually plan to spend a lot of time there, just go quickly to gamestop, and see if they had command and conquer three which I'd been meaning to get. I kept a low profile, hoping not to meet the girl once again. Honestly guys, as much as it pains me I hate confrontations.
The complete opposite of what I had hoped for happened. The door to gamespot was wide open, and dozens of people were going in and out of the store. A certain familiar girl in a purple sweater was staring at the display idly, crouching down. Seriously I was surprised once again, totally not expecting it. The blond girl had pissed me off yesterday so I might as well go up to her and say SOMETHING.
"Why hello there, miss. I'm the guy you thoroughly pissed off yesterday." I said this almost briskfully. "Now I don't want to start any trouble, so could you please explain your actions kindly."
The blond haired girl glanced a bit towards me calmly, and went back on staring at the gamespot display.
She was ignoring me!! For that, I felt a little pity. Imagine being in her situation.
"Look, can we just talk about this," I said a little louder.
Suddenly she began to cry a little. First a tear, and then she buried her head.
"What did I do?" I had said this quickly and quietly, as people around us began watching.
There was something that always bothered my about watching people. I tapped the girl on the shoulder, and she looked up. I made a motion that seemed to say "let's go over there."
I started walking, and thankfully she followed, her head still in her hands. The food courts were around the corner, and I found an empty table.
We both sat at the two person table at each respective end. A thought crossed my mind that if my girlfriend were to find me here, she wouldn't really be my girlfriend no matter how much explaining I did.
"Look," I began. She took her head out of her hands, and used her fingers to wipe off the tears. "I just want to talk. What is your name."
The blond girl glared at me again. She seemed to glare for about 5 seconds before she opened her mouth again.
"Betty."
What an old fashioned name.
"So, umm, Betty. What was with yesterday? Why did you do that? I mean it took forever to explain to my girlfriend that I never knew you."
Betty's eyes become shiftier for a second.
"So your girlfriend is still with you?"
I blinked. "Yes, what did you think..?"
"Break up with her, as soon as possible."
"Why?! You can't just freakin tell me that out the blue and expect me to ****ing do it. Do you know her?"
"No."
"Then why?"
"Gamers are bad news."
Now, you guys may not know me but I am a ****ing hardcore gamer. Comments like these infuriate me.
"You can't just say that!" I said that one loudly.
Betty stood up and not even glancing at me started walking towards the west end of the mall.
"Wait," I stammered, and tried to follow her. It didn't take long to catch up.
"I just want to talk to you. Please."
I did want to talk to her. I wanted to convince to her that games weren't bad.
"Fine," she replied in a normal tone. "If you want to talk to me, come back here tomorrow."
As she was walking off she said this, once again.


Guess I have no choice right? I want to know what's up. WTF is up with with. I want to talk to this girl, and see why she doesn't like games.

I'll keep you guys updated.

This is too damn ridiculous. Way too damn ridiculous. Right now I feel like a combination of several emotions at once. Hate, intrigue, sadness, it doesn’t end there. The only real words that can describe the events I just witnessed are below.


I arrived at the school around 7, as instructed, by the nearly dead voice. Before tonight I had never actually been even near my school after hours. It was strange seeing nobody in front or around my school. Needless to say it wasn’t as hard finding a parking place as usual.
When I got out of my car, I looked around, and saw a faint light with smoke coming out of it. Rushing to the light, I found no other than my friend Roberto. Well he was wearing different clothes than the previous day, which is a good thing since it rules out my zombie theory.
“Hey Rob,” I said in a chocking voice. “I didn’t know you smoked!”
Roberto let out a few puffs before responding.
“I do when I’m under stress.”
“Under stress huh,” I responded becoming a little impatient already. Honestly, there was no plan of me beating around the bush. “About what.”
“Stuff,” he replied briefly.
“What kind of stuff.”
“You know–,” he said trailing off. “We got that big assignment due the first day back from spring break, and there’s the fact that I don’t have a date for the prom.”
“Interesting,” I said in a boring voice. “Now what about yesterday?”
“Yesterday,” Roberto started in a singsong voice. “All my troubles seemed so faaaar awaaaayy. Now it looks as though they’re here to stay. How I believe, in yesterday!”
This was not the same person I had known for the last five years. It either wasn’t him, or something big happened. There was only one other occurrence I can think of where I saw Roberto in a mood like this. That was after a death in his family.
“What the fuck happened yesterday,” I blurted out.
“Adrian, listen to me closely. I care about you, so that’s why I’m going to tell you the next few sentences, and your going to follow them for the rest of your life.”
I was bewildered, Roberto continued on.
“Don’t play games ever again. Never pick up a controller, and especially never play on the PC. Sell your games, as soon as possible over different media’s such as ebay.”
“There’s no way I could do such a thing,” I yelled out. “I think your crazy.”
“And so would the police, if I told them what happened last night.”
“Well,” I responded raising an eyebrow. “What really did happen yesterday?”
“Long story short, I was held at gunpoint. Made lot’s of threats. They told me tell you the things I had just told you, and one more thing.”
“What’s this then?”
“Delete the thread on the 4CHAN TEXT BOARDS, and your blog. Don’t know what it means, but I believe you do.”
“The hell...”
There were too many things going on in my mind at this point, but I asked one more thing.
“Why couldn’t you tell me on the phone?”
“I don’t know, I just followed their orders.”
Roberto started walking away.
“Hey where are you going?”
He turned back and looked at me.
“To get wasted.”
“But–your not 21.”
“I know. You wanna come.”
“No thanks,” I replied as I started to run towards my car.


As you can see I did not delete the post, or my blog which has the same stuff.