Hey y’all, I’m coming to you with part 3 of “A Love Story at Walmart.” Just to recap, Jeremiah, Jada and I finally work together on Friday and things are going well. Suddenly, while we’re having lunch, she asks us again why we don’t want to go to Florida with her. I used my momma as an excuse by giving an Oscar-worthy performance of why I can’t be too far away from her. There was a lot of laughter from Jeremiah, and Jada didn’t believe me. Jeremiah used his girlfriend as an excuse, but he was still able to seduce Jada into liking him right in front of me! It shocked me, and it was the beginning of their love story. Now let’s dive on in to “A Love Story at Walmart: Part Three.”

After Jeremiah ended up seducing Jada by using his girlfriend and his catchphrase “it’s complicated”, things got weird. On that same day, Jada suggested that we give her our numbers to start a group chat. Jeremiah was quick to give her his number, and I reluctantly gave her my number. I was hesitant because I didn’t know what to expect from Jada in text messages. Nevertheless, I gave her my number. When Jada started the group chat, it was nice, sweet and wholesome. We would just tell wholesome jokes, and we were all just friends. Then, a few days later, it got a little freaky. Jeremiah started flirting with her in the group chat, and she started flirting back. It was a back and forth thing, and I’m feeling awkward about the whole thing because I’m in the middle of it. I was thinking to myself, “Why do y’all have me in the middle of y’all’s little love game?” I was straight up annoyed with their flirting on the group chat, like get a room or something. Why couldn’t they just talk or text privately? I was asking myself. I was trying to have a clean mind, but their dirty talking was ruining my mind. After a few days of non-stop flirting from Jada and Jeremiah, I had enough and knew that I had to talk to Jeremiah.

When it’s just me and Jeremiah having lunch at Walmart, I decide to bring it up with him.

I said, “Bro, so what’s up with you and Jada?”

Jeremiah chuckled and responded, “I don’t know man, it’s complicated.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle with him. Then I laughed and said, “Well, look man, whatever’s going on with you two, can y’all just please stop flirting so much in the group chat, it’s getting annoying.”

“What you mean?” he asked.

“I mean, y’all are doing too much. Like yesterday, Jada said some off the wall comment, and you were like ‘oh you a bad girl, I might have to give you a spanking’ and then she said, ‘oh my gosh haha, well I do like getting spanked sometimes. It’s kind of fun and turns me on.’ Then y’all started sending each other emojis, while I’m still there. Like do y’all forget that it’s a group message, and I’m the other person in the group chat,” I smiled and replied.

We both ended up laughing, Jeremiah said, “I feel you, man. I’ll start texting her in private. But look man, when things start heating up with me and her, we’re gonna be doing a lot of things in private, if you know what I mean.”

I couldn’t help but shake my head and laugh at his ridiculousness. After our conversation, there was barely any flirting in the group chat. It was somewhat wholesome and kind of pure again.

A few days had passed, and Jeremiah and I were stocking and working in the backroom. I remember that he was looking at one spot in the corner behind a lot of products, and he starts chuckling. I ask him what’s so funny, and he replies that he’ll tell me during lunch. When lunch time arrives, we’re sitting in McDonald’s and he’s all smiles and giggles. So, I asked him what happened.

He said, “Yesterday, Jada and I were making out for ten minutes in the backroom.”
I was shocked and stunned. We start laughing, and I tell him that I don’t believe it.
He replied, “It’s true, man. We were joking around and laughing, and I was poking and touching her while we were stocking, then she started doing the same thing. One thing led to another, and we ended up in a corner just making out. I wanted to lay it down on her man, but she didn’t want to do it there. After work, we got in her car and had some fun, man!”

I couldn’t help but shake my head and smile at Jeremiah’s excitement telling the story, and I believed him. I asked him if it was one-time thing with Jada, and he replied, “I don’t know man, it’s complicated.”

We’re both laughing, and I’m interested to see what goes down between Jeremiah and Jada.

The next day, we’re all working together again, Jada, Jeremiah and me, and there’s just nothing but PDA between the two of them. When we’re working, they’re just laughing and touching each other a lot. My supervisor Sunny was annoyed with it and told them to stop or she’ll have to separate them. They never stopped, they were just sneaking it in while Sunny wasn’t looking.

When we were having lunch, it was so weird and uncomfortable for me. They were sitting close to each other just giggling and touching each other. Jeremiah was whispering a lot in her ear. He was touching and caressing her thighs so much that he had me almost fantasizing about Jada’s thighs. I’m just feeling so dirty and wrong being in their company, the PDA was so strong with them. Then, he starts laughing and smacking her thigh, and she’s loving it. It was so bad that they had me questioning why I was still a virgin. After work, I had to run home, get my holy water, read the Bible and pray to God because they were doing so much. They were just so open with it, their lust for each other was so strong. To this day, I have never seen so much PDA in my life. I can vividly see it, and it’s almost engrained in my mind. I was stunned and couldn’t believe what I had witnessed.

After that day, I could never have lunch with them again. It was almost sinful to have lunch with them knowing that they were going to be very affectionate, touchy and intimate with one another. From a distance, I saw their “love story” blossom. They started holding hands at work, and they started taking drives during lunch to “have more fun.” There was still a lot of PDA displayed between the two of them, but I thankfully kept my distance. There were definitely times that we hung out and had lunch together, but for the most part they were doing their own thing at work. I was fine with it because I viewed them as a couple, and I was cool giving them their space. When I had lunches with Jeremiah, he would always talk about her body and how he loved it. When I was working with Jada, she would always talk about how they were in lust, I mean love, according to Jada. She loved Jeremiah, and Jeremiah loved her body.

At the beginning of August, it was a Friday, and we were all working together again. Then, I was out in the sales floor at Walmart, and I’m approached by this beautiful, black girl. She’s about the same age as me, and I was stunned by her beauty. She was an absolute angel. I asked her if I could help her with anything.
She gave me a sweet smile and replied, “Yeah, I’m looking for Jeremiah. I’m his girlfriend.”

That is the end of part three of “A Love Story at Walmart.” I will be posting “A Love Story at Walmart: Part Four” on Thursday. Be sure to like, subscribe, share and comment your thoughts on part three of “A Love Story at Walmart.”

Happy Valentine’s Day! I’m coming to you with part two of “A Love Story at Walmart.” Just to recap, a new girl named Jada started working at Walmart. She wanted me to go to Florida with her for some “fun,” but I declined. Then, my co-worker Jeremiah told me that she asked him the same thing, but it was weird to him. However, he still found himself lusting after her even though he had a girlfriend. Now, it’s time to get into part two.

A couple of days had passed since I had shaken my head at Jeremiah for feenin after Jada, and I was ready to see if Jeremiah was gonna act on his urges. We would all be working together on Friday for the first time, and I didn’t know what to expect. I was kind of excited to see how things would go down between them. A good will they or won’t they. I wasn’t sure though, but I was ready to get my popcorn out and enjoy the show. Honestly, work can be extremely boring, and it’s nice to have a little entertainment every once in a while. I enjoyed Scandal, so why not watch it in real life? In truth, I couldn’t wait till Friday came along.

When Friday came, it was great and chill the first few hours. We all worked, joked around and had a lot of fun stocking things. Our supervisor was mad that we were having fun and getting our work done. You certainly can’t do both, right? It’s absurd to think such things, our supervisor thought. Anyways, lunch time came around. Jada, Jeremiah and I decided to have lunch together.

We all ended up going to McDonald’s and sharing a booth. Jeremiah and I sat on one side, while Jada sat on the other side. We were all just eating, talking and joking around, when Jada all of sudden asked us both why we didn’t want to go to Florida with her.

She said, “Guys, we could have so much fun together. It would be great and just so amazing like come on guys. I’ll pay for everything.”

I was so confused. Why was she so adamant about us going to Florida with her? What’s in Florida? What kind of freaky stuff was she trying to get into? If you have any ideas, comment what you think.

Anyways, as I was thinking these things, Jeremiah was just laughing so hard. Jada and I looked at him with confusion. His laughter ended up being contagious, so me and Jada ended up laughing with him. After a few minutes of contagious laughter, Jada pleaded that she was serious that she wanted to take us to Florida and have a good time. I’m low-key thinking to myself that Jada is some kind of predator or something cause this Florida thing was really on her mind. Then, she asked me directly why I couldn’t go to Florida, and to be nice and think of something fool proof I said that my momma wouldn’t let me.

Jada asked, “Aren’t you 18 though? And why wouldn’t she let you?”

Jeremiah was snickering and laughing as I was getting asked these questions.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at Jeremiah’s snickering, but I quickly responded, “Yes, I am 18 years old, but I’m a momma’s boy. I can’t be far away from my mom too long. I love her! She’s the only woman in my life that has a special place in my heart. And if you can’t understand that my love for my mom runs deep, then we can’t be friends.”

I was so dramatic and over the top with that statement, I really gave an Oscar-winning performance. Nevertheless, I could tell that Jada didn’t believe me, and I could see Jeremiah just laughing at me.

Then, Jada said, “Now what’s your lame excuse, Jeremiah?”

Jeremiah was still laughing and crying next to me, and I honestly didn’t understand it. Then, the unexpected happen.

Jeremiah replied, “My girl wouldn’t let me go.”

I was shocked. He actually told another girl that he got a girlfriend, and my mouth was wide open. It was so unexpected. It was a major plot twist, and I didn’t know what was going to happen next.

I looked at Jada, and she seemed a little confused and kind of heartbroken. Then, she said, “Oh, I didn’t you know you had a girlfriend.”

Jeremiah leaned over to her and whispered, “Well, it’s complicated.”

“What do you mean it’s complicated,” she asked.

He leaned in a little closer to her, gave her this weird look and said, “Like I said, it’s complicated.”

After he said that, Jeremiah touched her arm and smiled at Jada. Jada gave a little smile to Jeremiah, started blushing and said, “Oh.”

I couldn’t believe what I had witnessed. Jeremiah seduced her with a phrase that he always told me, and I was stunned that he used it to his advantage. How did he make “it’s complicated” so sexy to Jada? To this day I want to know. It was just so unbelievable to me. I honestly have to give Jeremiah credit. I mean, he didn’t lie to Jada about having a girl, and she still wanted him.

At that moment, I knew that Jeremiah had her, and it would be the beginning of their “love” story.

That’s the end of “A Love Story at Walmart: Part Two.” This will be a four-part story. I will be sharing part three Tuesday Feb. 19. Thank you for reading part two, be sure to like, subscribe and comment your thoughts on this love story.

Well, Valentine’s Day is just a couple of days away. While lovers and couples will be enjoying their company, some of us will have no one and simply observe the unavoidable lovers that will cross our paths on Valentine’s Day. It will be a sad, pathetic time for single people. Just kidding, my single people. We’re going to be balling, having some me-time, watching Netflix and chilling alone, but most importantly we’re going to be saving money! We don’t have to waste our money on overrated things like flowers that will die, expensive chocolate thhiat doesn’t even taste good or that last-minute dinner reservation to a fancy restaurant that will be packed. I mean, who wants to eat in a packed restaurant? You’re hearing everyone around you, and you can barely hold a conversation with the person/people you’re with. When you think about it, it’s honestly a good time to be single. While I’m thankful for my singleness and hopeful that I’ll find the one soon in my life, I’m reminded of a “love” story that I witnessed at Walmart that honestly made me praise God that I was single.

A couple of years ago, I was working at Walmart in the summer time. Around July, Walmart had hired this new girl named Jada. She ended up working the same shift as me, which was the 5am-3pm shift. My supervisor ended up partnering her up with me in the backroom where we have everything stocked. I’m not gonna lie, I was immediately attracted to her the first time I met her. Jada was a couple of years older than me, and she really caught my eye. Then, things got a little weird the first few minutes that we worked and talked. She asked me if I was single, and I responded that I was. Then, she asked me if I wanted to go to Florida with her. I was taken by surprise, but I quickly told her that I was good. However, she kept asking and insisting that we could have a lot of fun in Florida, and I just kept telling her “no.” Eventually, she dropped it, and we ended up being cool and friends that day.

The next day, my co-worker/friend Jeremiah came into work that day. Jeremiah was a pretty cool and chill dude. We’d always have lunch together, and we would always joke around and have fun at work. At one point, we found out that we went to the same school at the time, Indiana University of Pennsylvania (IUP). Anyways, we’re eating lunch at McDonald’s that day, and he asks me if anything interesting happened at work yesterday. I tell him that there was a new girl that I worked with yesterday. He asked if she was cute, and I responded that I thought she was cute but a little weird. I told him about the Florida thing, and he was laughing and talking about how I wasn’t ready for a freak. I chuckled and told him to be quiet. I took a look at Jeremiah and can tell that he’s already interested in her.

It should be important to note that at the time Jeremiah was in a “complicated” relationship. At the time, he was in a two-year relationship with his girlfriend, but he always insisted that it was “complicated.” He loved her, he was committed to her, he wanted to marry her and have kids with her, but it was “complicated.” He opened up to me and talked about how he was talking and being with other girls, and I never passed any judgement on him. The reason being was because he didn’t judge me for being a virgin. He was supportive and respectful of my decision to be a virgin till marriage. So, I gave him the same courtesy and did not judge him for his decisions. Instead, I was just respectful, understanding and supportive when he talked about other girls.

Anyways, Jeremiah could not wait to meet Jada.

Two days later, I worked with Jeremiah, and he told me that he met Jada. I asked him what he thought about her, and he said that I was right about her.

“Yeah man, she was trying to get me to go to Florida with her, too!” he said.

We were laughing about the whole thing at lunch, but Jeremiah quickly pointed out that he couldn’t deny that she had a “rocking body.” He started looking all weird and smiling, and I knew that he was contemplating and lusting after Jada. All I could do was shake my head.

This is the end of “A Love Story at Walmart: Part One.” This will be a four-part story. I will be sharing part two tomorrow February 14 on Valentine’s Day. Thank you for reading part one, be sure to like, subscribe and comment your thoughts on this love story.

The poem that I recently posted titled “You Will Never Know” is about a girl in high school that I liked. We grew close to one another, and we were on the path of being in a serious relationship. However, I ruined everything on purpose. I distanced myself from her and gave her the cold shoulder. At the time, I thought that I was doing the right thing, but I later realized now that I was wrong. I was wrong because I hurt this girl in a way that could’ve been easily avoided. The guilt and regret I felt weighed heavy on my heart, and I just hated that she was the one girl that I hurt in my life. She will sadly never know how deeply sorry that I am.

In the poem and reality, I believed that I wasn’t good enough for her and that she deserved better than me. I was going through depression and other personal issues, and I didn’t want to involve her in that part of my life. Also, I didn’t want her to see that part of my life. I thought that I would bring her more trouble than good. She seemed so innocent and sweet that I didn’t want to be the reason that she changed. She had an optimistic view of the world that I didn’t want to change for her. I assumed that she wouldn’t be able to handle who I was at the time, and I didn’t want her image of me to be different.

My friends told me that my intentions were in the right place, but I just went about it the wrong way. I should’ve been honest with her and hoped that she would understand my fears and hesitation to be with her. One of my friends said that I shouldn’t beat myself over it too much because I was young and didn’t know any better. I quickly said that I should’ve known better. Even though I was a boy, my parents held me to a high standard and always taught me to treat girls and women with respect, love and care. Although I’ve done that for most of the girls and women in my life, I’m ashamed that I couldn’t do it for that one girl in high school. I’m ashamed that I didn’t respect her enough to just be honest and tell her the truth about myself.

In the end, I have grown and moved on with my life. I can’t dwell in the past and continue to persecute myself for something that I did or didn’t do for a girl in high school. I strive for honesty and keep my faith strong in God. All I can do is continue to be the person that God has made me today and keep moving forward.

I can’t help but miss you.

I don’t know what I did or didn’t do wrong.

All I know is I long for us to be close again.

But nothing remains between us.

We put on a front by showing each other fake love in front of others.

But we know the truth.

We know that our love has run dried.

What did I do to hurt you?

Can I make things better between us?

Or has the damage already been done?

I remember the first time I saw you, and you gave me the purest smile ever.

I simply gave you my prettiest smile ever.

Was that fair to you?

I don’t know.

You seemed so sure about me.

You showed no fear, but I didn’t know.

We had just met.

How could you know how you felt about me?

Was it love at first sight?

Or was it something else?

I wish that I could ask you.

We talk and instantly connect.

You make me smile and laugh so much, and I do the same to you.

You tell me everything about you, and I listen with enjoyment.

There’s something precious about you.

I can’t help but be jealous and envious about the pureness of your heart.

Then, I wonder if I’ll corrupt you because the blackness in my heart and my blood.

It runs deep in my veins.

It’s toxic and infectious, and all I can do is worry about you.

Because I know my venom will destroy you.

I just can’t do that to you.

I know that you could be the best thing in my life.

However, I know that I could be the worst thing in your life.

You deserve someone who is flawless like you.

You deserve someone who is kind and pure like you.

You deserve someone who is perfect like you.

You don’t deserve someone like me.

You deserve only the best

I remember how hard it was to resist you the more time we spent together.

I can’t help but give you my purest smiles for your goodness, silliness and preciousness.

You made me happy on my worst days.

I could count on you to make me smile and laugh.

You were perfect in every way.

You always wanted to know more about me, but I was resistive.

I kept everything well-guarded in a prison under 24-hour surveillance.

You didn’t care though.

Instead, you always wanted to find a way in.

You wanted to find a secret passage to me, but there wasn’t one.

I had to be protective.

I had to keep my guard up because I don’t know what will happen if I let you in.

Maybe you would’ve saved me.

Or maybe you would’ve died in the process.

I couldn’t take that chance and risk hurting you.

We ended up drifting apart.

You kept your distance, and I didn’t know why you did this.

You’re still cordial with me, but you wanted nothing to do with me.

We don’t talk anymore like we used to do.

I can’t help but miss you.

Why did you stop being yourself with me?

Why do you only give me your prettiest smiles?

I only did what was best for you.

Anything more would have been futile.

You have to know that, right?

You will never know how sorry I am that I hurt you unintentionally.

You will never know that I wish that I did things differently with you.

You will never know that I was young, foolish and afraid to hurt you.

You’ll never know my personal demons and how they haunt me to this day.

You will never know.

This concludes the end of my poem titled “You Will Never Know.” I will be posting the story and meaning behind this poem tomorrow at 2:00. Be sure to like and comment your thoughts on this poem.

When Matthew was in bed, he had a hard time falling asleep. All he could think about were the laughter, punching and kicking of his vindictive classmates. He wanted to cry some more, but he could not because he had no more tears left to cry. Then, his sadness turned to rage. Matthew was angry at Bryan, but then he became angry towards himself. He asked himself how he could allow a kid like Bryan to hurt him? Matthew was bigger than him, and Matthew knows how to fight. There was no reason for Bryan to beat and hurt him the way he did. Plus, he was only able to dominate Matthew because he had the help of others. Matthew concluded that he needed to attack Bryan and hit him where it hurt the most. Matthew, a smart kid, thought of a plan for the next day that would ultimately change who he was. After he had calculated everything in his head, Matthew fell asleep.

Matthew’s mom had woken him up for school, and he was ready to execute his plan. Matthew went into his closet to find something to wear. He saw his kakis and polos, and he looked at them with disgust and decided to where some jump pants and a Spider-Man t-shirt. Before he closed his closet door, he took one last look at the kakis and made the decision to never wear kakis or polos ever again in his life. As he looked at a mirror, he stared into it and promised himself that he would never make anyone, especially someone like Bryan, make him cry ever again.

Matthew arrived at school, and he could hear the snickering and laughter looming in the air towards him. He wasn’t phased by it, he was just focused on his mission. He made it to his classroom and saw Bryan sitting in his seat. Matthew saw Mrs. Smith and said hello to her. Mrs. Smith happily greeted Matthew back and watched as he went to his seating area. Matthew took the seat next to Bryan, and Bryan snickered and whispered,

“I hope you don’t mind that I took your seat, bro.”

Matthew quickly glanced and made eye contact with Mrs. Smith, then looked away and replied, “No, I don’t mind.”

Matthew looked sad, and Mrs. Smith could tell that something was wrong with Matthew. In class, Mrs. Smith noticed that Bryan was laughing and whispering things to Matthew throughout class, and it seemed to bother Bryan. How could someone be so mean to an angel, Mrs. Smith thought to herself.

All the kids were outside for recess, except for Matthew. He wanted to be inside long enough to prepare for the first part of his plan. He wasn’t nervous. There was this odd, calm fire within him that told him that he was doing the right thing, and no one could tell him any different.

He stepped outside, and he was immediately noticed by kids. Matthew searched for his target and found him within seconds. He saw Bryan surrounded by kids with his sunglasses on. Matthew started walking toward and kept his eyes on him. There were kids that were yelling and saying things to Matthew, but he just tuned them out. All he wanted was Bryan.

Bryan saw Matthew coming towards him, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at him. What was Matthew going to do/say to him? Bryan thought that Matthew wasn’t going to do anything because he beat him up good yesterday.

The kids opened the circle that they had created for Bryan to let Matthew inside the circle. Before Bryan could utter a word to him, Matthew in a flash punched him in the face. Everyone was shocked to see this, and Bryan was stunned. He tried to talk to Matthew, but he was interrupted with a right hook across the face and the red aviator sunglasses came flying off Bryan’s face. He went tumbling down to the ground, and Matthew immediately got on top of him and started swinging. Bryan sought support for his friends, but they didn’t do anything. They just watched and made noises as he was getting beat up by Matthew. He wondered if they were honestly his friends.

Thankfully, a teacher broke up the fight before it got out of hand. He saw a glimpse of it from far away and rushed within seconds to stop the fight. When he had broken up the fight, Matthew was furious because he had only gotten a few swings on Bryan and yearned for more time. He yearned for the time that Bryan and the kids had on him. Why couldn’t the teacher give Matthew more time? Thank God for the teachers, Bryan thought to himself.

The teacher put them against the wall and told them not to move an inch till recess was over. There was silence between Matthew and Bryan. Bryan was searching for his sunglasses, but he couldn’t find them. He was saddened that he couldn’t find them. He glanced at Matthew and realized that he had made a mistake in hurting him the way he did yesterday. It wasn’t fair to Matthew after he had been so kind to him ever since he came to the new school. Before yesterday and the incident, Matthew was his only friend. Bryan wanted to make things right between them. He needed to for his sake.

“Hey bro, sorry about yesterday. I shouldn’t have hurt you like that. It was mean of me and wrong. Are we cool?” Bryan asked.

Matthew looked at him, grinned and said, “Yeah, we’re cool.”

“Friends?” Bryan asked.

“Friends,” Matthew responded.

Suddenly, the bell rang, and recess was officially over. The teacher that stopped the fight came over to them and asked if everything was okay between them now. They responded that things were good, and he told them to get to class. Bryan and Matthew smiled at each other and walked back into the school together. Bryan was happy that things were good between them and thankful that he had made a friend. However, there was this weird feeling for Bryan in the back of his mind. He felt like he was forgetting something, but he wasn’t sure. On the other hand, Matthew was still fueled with anger. He wanted more. He wasn’t satisfied with Bryan’s apology, even though it was sincere. He wanted retribution. He wanted tears to fall from Bryan’s face, and he was going to get them because his plan was not over yet. He thought to himself as he went into his pockets and felt the silver linings of the red aviator sunglasses.

They were back in Mrs. Smith’s classroom, and Bryan offered to give Matthew back his seat. However, Matthew allowed him to have it. Mrs. Smith didn’t see Bryan offering Matthew’s seat back, but she only saw Bryan taking Matthew’s seat once again. As Mrs. Smith was teaching her lesson and facing her board, she heard a popping sound, turned around and witnessed Bryan on top of Matthew. She immediately rushed to Matthew’s aid and got Bryan off Matthew. She asked him if he was okay, and Matthew sniffled and replied that he was fine. Mrs. Smith demanded an explanation from Bryan, and he replied that it was Matthew who started the whole thing. Matthew cried that it wasn’t true. He said that Bryan slapped him across the face and tackled him to the ground. Mrs. Smith believed Matthew because he was the sweetest student that she had, while she saw Bryan as the worst. If it was up to her, she would’ve expelled Bryan. However, Mrs. Smith had play by the rules, and so she took them to the principal’s office.

When they had arrived at the principal’s office, Mrs. Smith explained everything to the principal. She explained to the principal the incident and how Bryan has been nothing but mean to Matthew. Bryan discussed how he and Matthew fixed everything today, which made no sense to the Mrs. Smith or the principal. Finally, it was Matthew’s turn. Matthew said that things were terrible with them. Matthew explained yesterday in detail, and Mrs. Smith and the principal were horrified. They asked Bryan if the events yesterday were true, and Bryan tried to deny it but for some reason he couldn’t. He didn’t understand why it was hard for him to lie. He had no choice but to confirm the truth to Mrs. Smith and the principal.

They were horrified by Bryan and could not believe it. However, the principal needed to know more. The principal looked at Matthew and asked him if Bryan was lying about him starting the fight in Mrs. Smith’s classroom. Matthew knew the truth. He knew that Bryan was telling the truth

In Mrs. Smith’s classroom, Bryan and Matthew were joking about the fights they shared in class. Matthew said that he had power of Bryan, but Bryan explained that he had speed on him. Then, Bryan said to Matthew that he could knock him out. Matthew saw his opportunity, made a popping noise and tackled Bryan to the ground. Then, he rolled Bryan on top of him just in time for Mrs. Smith to be deceived.

It wouldn’t be a struggle for him to lie to the principal, no matter how much the principal looked into Matthew’s eyes. Matthew had his right hand in his pocket with the sunglasses and felt the shades, as he was lying about Bryan attacking him in Mrs. Smith’s classroom. There was a long pause after Matthew had finished fabricating his story to the principal. The principal stared into Matthew’s eye, and Matthew did not shy away from the battle that he was having with the principal. Eventually, the principal reluctantly gave in to Matthew.

The principal ended up severely punishing Bryan by suspending him for ten days. This destroyed Bryan. Bryan was scared to be home with his father. He knew that his father would be angry with him getting suspended in his first few days of school.

He pleaded, “Please don’t suspend me. I can’t be home. I can’t be home. My dad is going to kill me. Please don’t suspend me.”

Matthew delighted in seeing Bryan crying and begging for forgiveness. It was satisfying and pleasing to his soul. Matthew had gotten what he wanted, but there would be a suffering far worse than Matthew’s waiting for Bryan.

The next day, Matthew was alone at recess enjoying his victory over Bryan. He marveled at his new image in recess as kids were afraid to go near him. His lies and deceit spread into him like a virus, and he was content with this because it made him stronger than he ever was. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the sunglasses. He put them on and saw a whole, new, red world. He looked around and saw kids differently in the playground. Matthew looked at the trees and noticed that the leaves were extremely dark with the red sunglasses. Matthew now understood why Bryan had a distorted view of him. Nevertheless, Matthew enjoyed his new vision of the world, thanks to his red aviator sunglasses.

I can’t help but miss you.

I don’t know what I did or didn’t do wrong.

All I know is I long for us to be close again, but nothing remains between us.

We put on a front by showing each other fake love in front of others.

But we know the truth.

We know that our love has run dry.

What did I do to hurt you?

Can I make things better between us?

Or has the damage already been done?

I remember the first time I saw you.

You gave me the purest smile ever, while I gave you my prettiest smile ever.

Was that fair to you?

I don’t know.

You seemed so sure about me.

You showed no fear, but I didn’t know.

We had just met.

How could you know how you felt about me?

Was it love at first sight?

Or was it something else?

I wish that I could ask you

We talk and instantly connect.

You make me smile and laugh so much.

And I do the same to you.

You tell me everything about, and I listen with enjoyment.

There’s something precious about you.

I can’t help but be jealous and envious about the pureness of your heart.

It’s something to cherish and behold.

Then, I wonder if I’ll corrupt you.

Because the blackness in my heart and my blood runs deep in my veins.

It’s toxic and infectious.

And all I can do is worry about you and how my venom will destroy you.

I just can’t do that to you, even though you could be the best thing in my life.

I think that I’ll be the worst thing in your life.

You deserve someone who is flawless, strong, kind, perfect and pure like you.

You don’t deserve someone like me.

You deserve only the best.

I remember how hard it was to resist you the more time we spent together.

I can’t help but give you pure smiles for your goodness, silliness and preciousness.

You make me happy on my worst days, and I can count on you to laugh.

You are perfect in every way.

You always want to know more about me, but I’m resistive.

I keep everything well-guarded in a prison under 24-hour surveillance.

However, you always want to find a way in.

You want to find a secret passage to me, but there isn’t one.

I have to be protective.

I have to keep my guard up because I don’t know what will happen if I let you in.

Maybe you can save me or maybe you’ll die in the process.

I can’t take that chance.

I can’t risk hurting you.

We end up drifting apart.

You keep your distance, and I don’t know why you do this.

You’re still cordial with me, but I know that you want nothing to do with me.

We don’t talk anymore like we used to do.

I can’t help but miss you.

Why did you stop being yourself with me?

Why do you only give me your prettiest smiles?

I only did what was best for you, anything more would have been futile.

You have to know that, right?

You will never know how sorry I am that I hurt you unintentionally.

Not a day goes by that I was I did things differently with you.

I was young, foolish and afraid to get hurt and to hurt you.

You will never know my personal demons or how they constantly haunt me to this day.

You will never know.

It was the fourth grade for Matthew, and he was having a hard time making friends in elementary school. He tried his best to fit in with most of the kids in elementary, but it was impossible for him to do so. He was too “different,” and most kids despised him. Matthew was able to make a few friends here and there, but for the most part he was an outcast. Kids looked at him with disgust, and he didn’t know why.

One day, a new kid named Bryan came to Matthew’s elementary school. Most students could tell that Bryan came from a poor household. He had ripped jeans, and his shirt was stained and had holes in them. All the students immediately liked him. However, they noticed that there was something unique and interesting about Bryan that made him stand out. He was wearing red aviator sunglasses. The red aviator sunglasses with a silver lining had a clean look to Bryan and added a certain regal look to him. He was instantly royalty at his new school, and the kids could not help but adore him.

Bryan happened to be in Matthew’s class. The teacher, Mrs. Smith, introduced Bryan to the class and told Bryan that he had to take off his glasses. Before he did, Bryan looked around at all his classmates, and he immediately had a distaste for Matthew. Matthew was wearing a nice polo shirt and some kakis. When Bryan took off his glasses, Mrs. Smith told him to sit next to Matthew, and he reluctantly did so. Matthew quickly introduced himself to Bryan.

“Hi, I’m Matthew, it’s nice to meet you,” Matthew said.

Bryan took another look at Matthew and noticed that there was something different about him. Matthew seemed normal to him. Even though nothing had changed with Matthew, Bryan had a hard time looking at him with disgust. Why was this?

Bryan didn’t say anything back to Matthew because something told him to keep his distance. There was just something odd and unsettling about Matthew.

Mrs. Smith passed out math sheets that had multiplication problems on them. She told them to work on the problems and turn them in when they were done. This worried Bryan. He wasn’t really good at math, let alone multiplication. He looked around him and saw that virtually all the kids around him were going through the math problems with ease. Bryan started feeling uncomfortable looking at the problems and wanted to run out of the classroom immediately. Meanwhile, Matthew finished all of his math problems and saw that Bryan was struggling with his. Matthew decided to help him.

Matthew asked, “Hey, do you need help with the math problems?”

Bryan gladly accepted help from Matthew, and he was thankful that Matthew was also teaching him how to solve multiplication problems. He noticed that kids were giving Matthew a hateful look, but he didn’t understand it. It confused him as all he saw was Matthew being helpful. Mrs. Smith saw Matthew helping Bryan with his math problems, and she couldn’t help but smile at the kindness of Matthew. He was always such a sweet, helpful boy to anyone, Mrs. Smith thought to herself.

After they were done answering questions, Matthew and Bryan started talking to each other, sharing laughs and getting to know each other. All the while, Matthew was thrilled because he had thought that he was getting a new friend.

During recess, Bryan put back on his red aviator sunglasses, and he was a shining star once again. A crowd of kids surrounded Bryan, and he welcomed it. He welcomed their praise, love and admiration as he was a kid with red aviator sunglasses. Bryan was deemed popular on the spot by the kids, and it meant so much to him.

However, he noticed something odd beyond the crowds of kids surrounding him. He noticed that Matthew was standing in a corner content with himself. Why was he content with being alone? Did he think that he was better than everyone else? Did he not think that Bryan’s sunglasses were cool? He looked at Matthew once more and realized why he felt the things that he felt. He saw Matthew through his red aviator sunglasses, and he knew that he had to do something to appease the hatred that he felt for Matthew. The kids saw him staring at Matthew, and they were in disgust with Matthew as well.

One kid said, “Yeah, we can’t stand him, either. Someone needs to teach him a lesson.”

The other kids agreed with the statement, and Bryan said, “Yeah, definitely.”

So, Bryan told the kids to follow him as he was marching towards Matthew. As he was getting closer, Bryan saw immediate terror on Matthew’s face. He couldn’t help but smile at this. The kids formed a circle around Matthew, and Bryan was face-to-face with Matthew. Matthew tried to ask what was going on, but before he could even utter such words, he was pushed by Bryan. Matthew stumbled at first but then he quickly regained his balance. He was pushed again by Bryan, but someone ended up tripping Matthew, and he ended up on the ground. Bryan and other kids started punching and kicking him on the ground, and Matthew was barely himself. Then, one of the other kids ended up getting on top of Matthew and pulling off his nice polo shirt. The shirt got to Bryan, and he decided to spit on it, step on it, ball it up and throw it in a trash can nearby.

Bryan looked at Matthew’s kakis, spat on them and yelled, “You think that these pants make you better than me. You ain’t nothing.”

Kids were laughing, and teachers ignored what was right in front of them.

One kid said, ” Hey Bryan, you know that there’s some more trash on the ground, right?”

Bryan chuckled and responded, “You’re right, bro. I gotta throw trash away, I can’t just leave it on the ground.”

So, two of the kids ended up picking up Matthew, taking him to the trash can and throwing him in it. There were tears that were coming out of his eyes, and he tried his hardest to stop the tears from falling down his face, but it was impossible. He had to cry. There were kids surrounding the trash can, looking down at Matthew and laughing at him. However, he could only see one kid laughing and taunting him, and it was Bryan, the kid with the red aviator sunglasses.

Matthew walked home beaten up, bleeding and defeated. He wondered why teachers didn’t help him, but he quickly took one look at himself and understood the reason.
When Matthew got home, his parents saw the state that he was in and immediately asked him what happened. He told them everything that had happened to him, and they couldn’t believe it. How could someone hurt their sweet, innocent child? They were outraged that no teachers stopped the fighting, but they understood the reason. Matthew’s parents told him that he needed to defend himself, and if it happened again then they would go to the school. However, Matthew saw things differently. He wanted to do more than just defend himself.

Life isn’t easy with you in my life

I often find myself lost and alone because of you

I feel like I’m going insane

I’m in so much pain

All that remains is you inside me

Sometimes I feel like I’m a psycho

But I know that I’m exaggerating

I mean, we all go a little mad sometimes, right?

However, I’m mad all the time with you in my life

At night, I can’t sleep or dream

I only think about my nightmares on sleepless nights

And I wonder how long can this go on?

How long can I carry you on my back?

How long can I allow you to break me?

How long can I see you and nothing more?

How long can I feel you creeping up on me?

How long can I hear you echoing in my ears?

How long can I endure you?

I want to change, but I can’t

Because I’m not motivated to do so

It’s too late to make that change

It’s too late to love myself

Or anyone else for that matter

With you in my life, I have no life

I’m just a shell filled with emptiness

Is there a way out?

I doubt it

You are all that stands in my way

What can I say?

All I can do is welcome the darkness

Welcome the silence

Welcome the nothingness

Welcome the ignorance

For you are my shadow

I think about you every day

What can I say?

You give me what I need

But you feed me way too much

And I’m always full of greed and laziness because of you

You’ve made me an addict

I am lost and sick without you

I know that I can’t be dependent on you

But I can’t help it

You give me the high I need that makes me feel like I can fly in the sky

I try to get rid of you

But I fail each and every time I try to

I want you every single day

And I don’t care

I don’t care that you’re slowly killing me

I don’t care that you’re manipulating me

I don’ care that you’re always infecting my mind

Because when I hit rewind, I remember that I started it

I’m the one that desperately wanted you and knew the consequences

I knew what I was doing

And I can’t play the victim card, even if I’m a victim now

I have to find a way out

But I’m still digging a bigger hole that’s close to being bottomless

It’s hopeless

Is there a way out?

Probably not

I’m destined to have you in my life

I’m betrothed to you till death do us part

I can’t stand you

I hate you

But I need you now more than ever

Forever