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So for the first part of the trip, bus ride to St. Louis, I sat with S so I didn't have to deal with Tom yet, so it was uneventful till we got to thr hotel. First thing he does is pull out his Nintendo Famicom and plug it into the tv with a case full of games, then a bunch of japanese candy. Nobody wanted to spend time in the rooms yet though because there was pizza and a pool. So we all go and start eating pizza, which Tom of course grabs a paper plate and stacks 5 slices on it before the band director tells him to eat what he's got and come back for more after everyone else had some, and he sits down with us and pretty much calls us all ungrateful for not wanting to play his Nintendo Famicom, nobody asked him to bring. So then we go swimming in the pool after we're done eating, which has a deep end that goes 12 feet deep for diving and I see Tom just floating there in the water on the deep end, bragging to me about how he can't sink because his fat keeps him afloat. I start swimming laps around the pool and ignoring him before getting out of the pool and meeting up with some girls I liked in the hot tub and talk with them for a bit, until Tom decides he wants to join. Tom literally gets in the hot tub, and goes towards the middle, taking up a bunch of space and making everyone uncomfortable, interrupting our conversations about stuff highschool kids would normally talk about, to stuff only he cared about, and giving backhanded remarks towards people periodically. People slowly started to leave the hot tub because they got sick of him and decided to go back to their rooms to get snacks. So I go back to our room, quickly shower, get dressed and the girls come down to our room and start sharing a bunch of snacks with us. Then Tom comes back and starts being a douchebag towards them and then pulls out his laptop, which I won't judge him for since M bought his too, and plants himself on the floor near the back door of the hotel room (side note, this hotel had these sliding doors that lead to this big pool and fitness room in addition to the regular doors you used the cars key to use), and basically started saying judgemental things towards anyone who got close enough to him, especially if they were girls, and talking about how smart he was for bringing his laptop. Well we all got sick of him and went to hang out in the girls room since it was more chill there till we all had to call it a night and go to our rooms. So after we're all in our room, and we start talking amongst ourselves before deciding that we want to see who can stomach the most snuff films due to some stupid sense of toughness we had and started watching gore videos on I think liveleak (yeah, I know that's messed up, but we were stupid kids and had dumb ideas of maleness), with the winner getting a free drink tomorrow on the losers. Tom starts talking himself up to be some sorta cool guy but has a panic attack over the first video we watched so we took a break to chill him out before we got yelled at for being loud. Then after that's done we continue the game and it ends up being between me and M who get us in trouble for laughing at one video that just kinda looked funny (again, I know that's fucked up now), and we then get the band director knocking on our door who then yells at all of us for being too noisy. 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The next day we have to get ready for our band performance (it was a contest), and as we're getting ready, Tom decides to start getting dressed in front of all of us, while yelling at all of us not to look at him, in spite of the fact the bathroom was unoccupied, I don't know why he did this but something tells me he wanted to be the center of attention for some reason. So then M starts changing his shirt and Tom starts making fun of M's weight and saying he has "pepperoni nipples" in spite of the fact he just made a big deal of everyone not looking at him. So we eat breakfast and have to change again into our uniforms, and somehow Tom forgot the pants to his uniform, but he remembered all that other stuff for the hotel room. So now he can't go and gets yelled at by the band director who he later talks shit about by saying, "he has anger management issues" and we go off to our performance. The performance went alright, and probably better considering Tom wasn't allowed to perform, and we went back to the hotel to change one more time, pack our stuff, put them on the bus, and go to six flags, and here's where Tom gets really obnoxious. We get there and the first thing Tom does is pull out a big wad of cash his mom gave him and buys a bunch of premium fast passes for himself, and then immediately mocks us for not having parents who just hand us around $400 for six flags. He buys us all a bunch of food without asking us if we needed anything, which was nice at first but later bites us in the ass which I'll explain when we get there, and he whines all day about how hot it is, and how he's tired of walking. He keeps making fun of me because I didn't want to go on the really scary rides because I am afraid of heights every time we get to a ride though in spite of the fact we went on plenty of rides with him, and then he throws a fit and decides he's going to sit on a bench and feel sorry for himself because of how hot it was and because he was tired of walking. One thing I should mention about Tom for those who didn't read my previous story, he hates wearing shoes, which means he was wearing flip flops the entire time we were at six flags, but kept taking them off and walking with them in his hands between rides, gee, no wonder his feet hurt, and his response to us telling him that was "fuck off". We eventually got sick of him and ditched him to hang out with the girls from the day before. Later we meet him back by the buses and he's crying and yelling to a small group that he was insulted by staff because they were making fun of his weight and told him to eat a salad when he tried riding the batman ride. When I asked why they'd say that, he turns to me and starts yelling at me for ditching him in spite of us warning him that we weren't going to just stand around and do nothing all day and being ungrateful for not thanking him for buying us food, even though we did thank him especially since nobody asked him to do it. He also accused me of being a fuckboy because I ditched him for girls which wasn't true considering I just get along with girls better anyway, so I just walk away from him since he's clearly just upset at everyone at this point and we get on the bus. He sits in the seat in front of me and S and starts retelling his story about the rude staffworkers towards others on the bus, until the the percussion director overhears him and says pretty much this to him. "Tom! I was right there! They didn't let you on because they couldn't get the safety harness to lock around you! It's not unfair fault you didn't fit in it and they were VERY nice to you about it, and what did you do? " "I called them a bunch of failed abortions because that's what they fucking were" "No Tom, they were very friendly and offered you a coupon which you ripped up and threw on the floor before walking away. You know what I felt bad for you because I understood you were upset, but since you're still acting like this Tom, it's a referral, now sit diwn and shut your mouth for once" The bus being full of highschool kids started making fun of Tom till the percussion director yelled at them too and the rest of the ride home, Tom was sulking in his seat and snapping at anyone who talked to him till eventually the percussion director made him sit with him. I can't imagine that was easy because now that we were on a bus after being in the sun all day, he reeked like roadkill. A week after that trip nothing changed with him, it was everyone's fault but his and now he's exaggerating the tongue lashing from the percussion director to include a bunch of cussing and insults that weren't there but nobody believed him either way. Eventually he straight up admitted he forgot his pants on purpose because he didn't want to perform in the contest (we didn't win but we did win bronze out of 12 schools that participated). Annoying thing though is even though he was acting like we were all assholes to this entitled brat, he still acted like he did nothing wrong and was talking to the rest if us normally as i
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