She'll end up falling for your friend. And then gradually your friend will realise he has feelings for her too. He warms her up for you, but he doesn't wanna get off the seat. Meanwhile, you're waiting, watching her from afar, wondering why you're not getting any closer to her after six weeks. Your friend assures you he's sealed the deal for you, and fends you off with a "Give her a little time.". But the guilt is gnawing him inside, he just can't lie to his best mate any longer. He finally works up the courage to admit that he's actually been going out with her for the past month and a half.
You'll chuck a physco, throw things around, kill a few kittens. And in an all out rage, you kick him out of your friendship circle. You and your friends spray "Bros before hoes" over his Mustang, to teach him a lesson. His girlfriend (your girl of interest), sees him trying to clean off the tag. She can't understand why anyone would do this to him. What a monster, she thinks. Your ex-friend spills the beans, thinking she deserves to know the truth. After hearing her beloved boyfriend being targeted by some punkass jock and his crew, she totally forgets her shyness and sets about to confront you and your posse (unbeknown to your ex-friend).
She rocks up at your front door. Buzz once. Buzz twice. You answer the door. You are taken aback by who is there. But before you can recollect yourself, she lets rip a tonne of offensive and creative insults that you didn't know was possible coming out from her petite, perfectly shaped mouth. After what seems like an eternity, your heart feeling like it's been stabbed repeatedly a million times, she turns to leave. No. This wasn't how it was supposed to turn out. Why does she hate you? Can't she see that it was you who spotted her first? Life is so unfair. What kind of fucking conspiracy is this??
You grab her arm. She spins around, with a face filled with indignation. She demands you to let her go. Your grip only gets tighter. Panic flashes across her face. She struggles, whilst screaming for help. You say nothing. So small. So fragile. So easily broken. She screams and won't stop. But she has stopped struggling. You finally let go of her limp arm. Eyes glazed over, you take in the scene. You leave her there to contemplate about the pain she has caused you. Bones can be mended, but it takes a lot longer to heal a broken heart.