Oh, you don't remember the Jerk Brandon story, do you? It's in here. Somewhere.
What happened was Brandon, before he was a jerk, asked me to come with him to homecoming. So I bundled up and waited for about half an hour for him to show up as he was buying tickets, like a proper gentleman should. I got hit on by an old guy waiting for him, but he never showed. So I went home, crestfallen and distraught, and waited until Monday to talk to him (it was a Friday). He wasn't there. I hunted him down and he ran from me. Apparently, from what I understand of what his friends told me, he did go. But he forgot me. He still won't talk to me or let me come near him.
And that's how Brandon became Jerk Brandon.