So it's all just a joke then?

It turns out it was all just a joke they were playing on me yesterday. She didn't really go clubbing with them this time. They let me endure the pain a little longer than necessary in college too. They came to me with descriptions that would weaken any man's knees.. maybe even some gay men. All this multiplied the sick feeling in my stomach, and yet, in a corner of my mind, I still harboured some hope that their stories were entirely fiction. And it's a good thing I did too. For it was.

It was V's birthday today, funnily the lot of them came on time for class today. Not what you would expect following a night of clubbing. He got the traditional cake-to-face smash, not to mention the additions of cake-to-trouser drippings and cake-t0-bag fallings. The whole lot of them, the ones who went clubbing yesterday have gone to watch Da Vinci Code now. I was invited, but can't make it... I gotta spend quality time with my bro. So the fact that I'm in front of my computer baffles me. Maybe I should have just gone with them. What a waste.