He Sure Showed Them

Story Sent in by Glenda:

Liam and I were friends in junior high, but he went to a different high school and so we fell out of touch until senior year. He called me out of the blue to catch up and invite me to his prom.

Although I was flattered, I wondered what made him think of inviting me, as opposed to a girl from his school. In any event, it was great to be back in touch with him. His prom was a few months away, and we hung out a few times before the big night. He didn't try anything, and for all intents and purposes, we were reunited friends.

On the night of the prom, he picked me up in his car. I was surprised that there wasn't a limousine involved, but I certainly didn't require one. He looked good, and off we went to the country club where the prom was taking place.

He explained, "I couldn't get any of my friends to agree with me on a limo company. Anyway, this way we can go whenever we want, and we're not waiting on anyone else!" I couldn't argue with that, although I didn't think that I'd be in any hurry to leave.

We made it there and sat down at our table with who I assumed to be Liam's friends. They weren't.

"I was just assigned to this table," Liam informed me, "They just stuck me here. I don't like any of these people."

I asked him, "Can we go and meet your friends? I'd love to meet them."

He said, "Yeah, everybody here sucks."

I said, "You must have some friends."

He shook his head. "No," he said, "I brought beer in my car. Lots of it for you and me."

He then stood up and said to me, "Come on. There are some people I want to introduce you to."

I followed him to a cocktail table and he barged right into the middle of a group of people. He pointed at me and said, "This is my girlfriend! Mine! Ha ha ha ha!"

A member of the group, a girl, saw me shrinking away and said to him, "You're an idiot. Get lost."

He said to her, "I'll show you who's an idiot. I'll show all of you!" He turned and fled away, out of the banquet hall.

A few minutes later, he returned back with a large bulge in his dress shirt. He returned to the group, on which I remained on the outskirts (and thankfully ignored) and opened his shirt to reveal two six packs of beer.

"This is all for you guys," he said to the group, "But keep it secret."

One of the group members went straight to a chaperone and Liam was quickly escorted out. I was left to my own devices, and so I chatted up some nearby people and we became friends. They even gave me a ride home, but not before I had a few fun hours dancing with complete strangers.

As for Liam, he tried contacting me a few times afterward, but I always brushed him off.


  1. You say he had no friends at his school? For the life of me, I simply cannot fathom why not. I shall just have to resign myself to the mystery of it. Le sigh.

  2. Geez, I actually feel bad for this guy. The OP did nothing wrong obviously, but the guy seemed lonely ,not ill intentioned. I hope he had a better life after high school. Sometimes, it gets better.


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