The Worst Person I Ever Met

Nor hell a fury like a red head scorned.

Not really. But you know.

I met him last week.
I'm glad I only had to see him one time.
His name is Steve. Which is ironic, it seems that every Steve or Steven I meet is a complete asshole. (With the exception of Uncle Steve. haha.) If you want to know about the original Steven and why he sucks, you can click here. But I'll warn you, it's heartbreaking.

It was girls day. :)
I absolutely love girls day.
It was winding down, getting to be around 10:00 pm. But me and my girl don't sleep yet! Hell no. We're never done having fun. We get in the car and drive around. Turn on the music and turn up A Day to Remember. I'm craving a hug from Jesse, a cigarette, and some coffee. Unfortunately Jesse doesn't answer his phone. Coffee it is. We're going to go meet Steve for coffee at Denny's.
I haven't heard one good thing about Steve except for the fact that he's good looking. Well, so was Original Steven, so who fucking cares about looks. But my girl friend, Drina, wants us to get along so I try to be nice. For about 10 minutes. Until he opened his mouth and I had to listen to all the bull shit. I just about fucking lost it.

The restaurant smells like greasy food and coffee and we get a booth seat. Steve's slightly older, he has dark brown hair and eyes as black as my coffee. His smile curls around his face like a snake and I want to punch him until he stops smiling. I can feel my anger starting to boil. Names and faces flash through my head. The Original Steven. Jordan. Andrew. All those guys that used me. Their snaked smiles are racing through my mind. All I can see is red and I know I'm going to lose it soon.

Then his bitch shows up.

Let me explain. Drina works with Steve. She has kind of a thing for him. Sure, he's charming. He's good looking. But there's something completely wrong about this guy. Red lights are going off in my head as a warning.
Sofia is his 'ex'-girlfriend. I don't believe that for a second.
She shows up, sits across the table from us but right next to Steve. "What the hell is this?" She demands an explanation. And he excuses himself to go calm down his raging lady. She leaves. I don't know how he does it, but he convinces her that there's nothing to worry about.
"I don't know why she's so clingy, I try to get her to leave but she won't. I don't want to kick her out on the street."
Drina goes, "She loves you."
He shakes his head, "No, no. I don't think she does."
I go, "Oh she loves you. I don't have any fucking idea why she'd love you, but she does."
Steve smiles at me and I half expected there to be creepy crawlies in his teeth, like a shot from the movie The Grinch. "I've never told her I loved her. Never."
"BULL SHIT, STEVE. I'll bet you anything you tell her that you love her and that she means everything to you, just to get her off your fucking back."
"Okay, okay yeah. I tell her I love her to get her to chill."
"You're fucking sick." I practically spat the words into his face."
"You think you know about love? Huh?"
I said, "I've been around the block."
And he said, "You're young. You know nothing of love. There's no such thing."
Drina has to put a hand on my arm because I'm shaking with rage. This guy is just like Original Steven. He's got it written all over his face. And I don't want Drina to have anything to do with this creep. No such thing as love? You might as well slap me in the face. Love has a lot of meaning to me and plays a huge role in my life.

"Relax, relax, every thing's fine." He says.
"Relax? You want me to relax? My best girl friend has a thing for you and when we go out for coffee YOUR FUCKING BITCH shows up. Just proves to me that you are nothing but an asshole."

When I get that angry, which happens about once a year, I start to see pure red. And I have a hard time controlling myself.
I went outside and sat on the bench.
There were a couple of young guys walking past.
They started to cat call at me. "Look, Jake. A red head!"
"Oooh! Hey! Hey you! Wanna go out with me? Your red hair is sexy!"
Normally I would have just ignored them and not worried about it. But I was at the breaking point. I yelled, "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU PIECE OF SHIT."

Drina and Steven get the message that I'm done here and that I want to leave. They come outside and I have a hard time making eye contact with anyone. I'm shaking and it's cold outside but I don't even have goosebumps. I'm shaking with more anger than I ever thought could be possible. He turns to me and says 'Have a good night.'
But I've already turned around and I yell, "FUCK YOU," as I'm walking back towards the car.