In 8th grade, I was absolutely pissed at my friend because after I'd spent two months flirting with a girl I liked, she finally agreed to go go out with me... only to break up with me a day later because he told her he liked her. In an angry fit, I called her a slut, a whore, anything I could think of. According to what people later told me, she cried. I already felt bad about it, and that made me feel like the biggest dick in the world. She ignored me for four months, but we eventually became friends again.
Also, my three best friends are split. Two against one. I'm trapped in the middle, and because I can't say no to girls, I feel like a two faced dick.