Once there was a very evil and stupid person. This person was a boy. He was 16. He loved to make his friends feel bad. It's pretty much all he was good at. He was also the biggest and meanest liar you'll ever meet. He had no name. He didn't deserve one. He had a good friend named Erica. She was a pretty decent person, but for some reason, all of her friends hated the boy when they met him. They said that he was an asshole. She couldn't see why they thought that. She even stuck up for him.
"All of my friends hate you," she said to him one day.
"They don't know me," he replied. "Not as well as you do at least. They'll come around sooner or later."
"But I just don't know why," she said to him, truly puzzled. She changed the subject though, because she saw how awkward the conversation was to him. She would later come to recall this exact moment though, and then commence to slap herself in the face repeatedly for her stupidity.
Life just dragged along and the boy got a girlfriend. It wasn't Erica if that's what you're thinking. Ew. As it turns out, this girlfriend cheated on the boy. Not once. Maybe twice. The point is that she did. Yet, the boy continued to date her, serenade her, worship her. It got to the point where the boy's friends couldn't stand to be around him, knowing what he was: a needy, greedy bitch pleaser. Pretty much just a pushover. No one wants that for a friend.
"He's a bitch." Erica was sitting on the bed with one of her friends. It was about a month later.
"Who's a bitch?" the friend asked curiously.
"Him," she said casually.
"Oh…him.Why do you still even talk to him?" the friend wondered.
"I don't. Not anymore. I finally figured him out." Erica got smart. She saw who the boy really was. "He's Satan," she declared, "come to punish me."