When I was a senior in high school, I met a girl named Kate.

Let me just start off by saying that I hate Kate. I hate her so much. I hated the wisps of her curly brunette hair, her stupid British nose with that disgusting, pointed expression that couldn't apply a two-way reasoning process short of noticing what kind of hairstyle she was rocking and how it made the boys (and girls) stare.

Oh, don't misjudge Kate. She was smart. Really smart. She was the best, the most logically precise, the most annoyingly smart person at judging others. But the girl's ability to introspection rivaled that of a small pick-up truck.

That's why it didn't surprise me for the longest time, that she could date a girl named Amy and not feel a single tinge of remorse from her deeply conservative father's constant screeching about kicking her out of the house or disowning her. I thought she was bound to one day resolve her contradictory attitude, (it was either that or lose all of her support from her father) but with Kate, she could never lose face, oh she was all about the face with that one. She'd later blame me for everything to her father, telling him how I'd seduced her, and that how I'd interfered with her faith and God's will.

I didn't mind. I didn't mind at all. The sex with great. I mean, it was really top notch, better than any kind of sex I'd had with any boy at the time. She was a total tsundere, and I could easily get my way if I wanted to.

But I still hated Kate. I hated thinking about her solemnly contemplative expression, distraught with the fact that we had confessed our love for each other only last November, thinking how she was going to explain the gaps of time that she'd be out hanging out with this girl named Amy.

I guess, in a way, I was just as bad as Kate. She wasn't a strong person, not emotionally, at least. She could only have that kind of belief "tunnel-vision" if I caved in, and let her say or do whatever she wanted.

That's why I wasn't surprised when she told me that we had to break up because I was an evil temptress.

Privately, I believed it was because she had just gotten into Harvey-Mudd and wanted her daddy's money in order to pay her ridiculously expensive of of state tuition.

But the story doesn't end here, that fucking bitch.

Eight years later, I logged into Instagram and saw that the bitch just posted a picture on Instagram of her and "Sarah" holding hands, with the hashtag, #comingout.

The most peculiar mix of nostalgia, jealousy, and disgust crawled up my skin.