Kapitel 34: Chapter 34: Ten Things I Hate About Shrews, Part 3

First off, his obsession with pornography.

You all saw me last night how he compared me to Alexa Holmes, right?

She is a native of Coquitlam like me, and she looks so much like me.

But wanting to break into acting, she moved to California, aiming to get into Hollywood.

However, a deceptive "help wanted" ad made her land in San Fernando Valley, the so-called "Porn Valley", instead.

And she had nothing else to do but to roll with it, as a porn actress.

Over the next eight months, she was featured in films where she had to play an office lady being seduced by – or is seducing – her male bosses.

And she had to get used to her body getting used in those scenes.

One time, during shooting, she complained of a really wet cough.

One checkup at a doctor later, and she learned that she got bronchitis.

When she informed the director and producer of her condition, they wanted to push through with the shooting anyway, despite her protestations.

After the shooting, she went on a temporary hiatus to treat her bronchitis; and when she recovered, she was back to getting used over and over again, until she finally had the guts to quit cold turkey.

She never informed her bosses of it as she made a quick trip back home.

But even as she left the porn industry, her past came to bite back at her.

I've learned from a neighbor of mine that despite her abrupt retirement, Juan Miguel Juvama was so obsessed with her, that she wanted her to come back to making those films, by hook or by crook.

And that was when he started to harass me.

Being a coincidental dead-ringer for Alexa had its disadvantages, and me dressing up like an office lady at times didn't help matters much.

He started to harass me, starting with whistles, then moved on to catcalls, then upgraded to the mere flashing of salacious images of Alexa on his phone right into my face.

It was like a cyber-prank from someone obsessed with the number 69.

Having enough of harassment, I decided that I would settle in Atlanta for good, hoping to cut off from him forever.

And now, Fred and Leigh, you know how his mind works.

Now for the second thing I hate about him: His over-dramatic attitude.

Like I've said before, he lashes out at even the smallest of matters, especially when those matters don't favor him.

I've discovered this unsavory aspect when an old classmate of mine messaged me his argument with that creep, which was immediately captured via screenshots, before the creep deleted the entire private chat to remove any incriminating evidence.

My classmate is currently working for the Insurance Corporation of British Columbia, which is the sole authority that hands out driver's licenses in the entire province.

That creep failed the Class 5 road test, which is the prerequisite for getting a full driver's license.

And the reason? He failed the pre-trip road check because he ignored his car's coil spring retainer on the front right wheel, which needed to be replaced due to its deterioration.

If the spring retainer fails, the entire transmission will go haywire.

The creep lashed out at him for ruining his "dreams" and sped off in anger.

What was even worse…

He doxxed my classmate and used him as a scapegoat for his own failure, harassing him in the now-deleted private chat.

Here's the entire chat log, which he PMed to me.

<Augustus Depanneur> The crab mentality is strong here, short-fused licensure failures FTW! LOL

<Juan Miguel Juvama> Buzz off. Your fellow employees who are conspiring with you against me? They can't do diddly squat because they continue selling their souls to the devil. They are the crabs.

<Augustus Depanneur> You can't do crap either. Stop being overly dramatic! LOL

<Juan Miguel Juvama> LOL! I'm well off, though. I can do crap on my own. I don't need to rely on those politicians to whom the likes of you sold their souls to. Based on your comment, this is a joke to you. 60 days, 6 years even, is a joke to you.

<Augustus Depanneur> "Can do crap on your own". Really? I bet you can't even change your transmission fluid, much more replace your freaking coil spring retainer. You short-fused people really lost their reason. Watching all of you lash out is a glorious sight! LMAO

<Juan Miguel Juvama> Oh yeah? I have the money to send my sports car to the dealer so they can fix my car so...

<Augustus Depanneur> See? You can't, and didn't, do crap on your own. That's why you failed the test before it even started. Posting this nonsense and harassing me online can't do crap either. Point being you're a sour loser.

<Juan Miguel Juvama> Grr! I swear. If you were any dumber, you'd be on life support! I'll definitely see you on the other side!

Imagine that. The creep sent a death threat to him due to an overlooked detail that made him fail the test.

***

Even with just two things, I can absolutely guarantee that Juan Miguel Juvama is having so many screws loose.

But learning is just half the battle.

The other half being trying to stop his antics for good, and maybe even getting to reform him.

I mean, I'm no psychologist, but as someone who has heard so many stories from so many other people due to hanging around with them for considerable amounts of time, I'm sure I can give my takes on things.

That's the fun element in the thing called socializing.

Lavian concludes, "I'll dish out two more things I hate about him later on. But for now, I need time for myself. I need to clear my mind the Scandinavian way."

Leigh and Aurora encourage her, "Yes, you should."

The former then follows up, "I know that Scandinavians in general are not fond of confrontation. But sooner or later, you will have to face the music and challenge that obstacle in your life head-on. Good thing your cozy living space is receptive to accumulating the strength you'll definitely need for the days ahead."

Aurora finalizes, "And like I've said last night… we three will have your back."

Lavian sheds a single happy tear and tells us three in kind…

"Tack så mycket!" (Thanks a lot!)

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