*Justin's Point Of View*

      After all this time watching, listening to her, and dreaming of her. I finally got the courage to walk up to her. Yet, she walked right pass me, I guess she has forgotten me, after all. I miss her so much, its been killing me.

       There's so much I need to know. Why doesn't she smile anymore? Why did she stop calling me? Where are those marks and bruises coming from?

         I heard rumors that her dad killed someone, they might just be rumors. I wanna know if she's ok, or if I can help her. Her friend doesn't talk to her anymore either. Did they get in a fight?

     After my mom died, she pushed me away. I loved her and I needed her. She was sarcastic, funny and she didn't take shit from me or anyone else. Damn she was beautiful too.

      "Justin, get your slug head self over here!" I heard my idiot dumb friend, Nathaniel calls out.

"Coming, you ugly guerilla looking idiot!" I called back.

       As I was walking towards

him, we play fought. We both laughed when we ending up bumping heads. He punched me in my chest, Then I got him in a headlock. He soon tapped out in defeat as I claimed my victory.

   "Aye, Bruh why did you let the lamest girl in school diss you like that." He asked, curiously.

    "Me and her have a history, and she's not lame. You don't even know her." I said, hesitantly.

   "Well, I've heard things about her

but she is hot so I wouldn't be surprised if y'all had a thing." He said, sounding impressed.

      "Don't start bothering her because I told you this. Also, what things did you hear." I said, nervously.

        "I won't. Oh, I heard she beats and stabs herself. So, what's the background between you two did you break her heart or something?" He asked, persistently.

     "More like the other way

around. Why, so curious?" I asked raising my eyebrow, not knowing where he was getting at. That would explain the bruises but I know her, she wouldn't do that.

      "I've never seen you

acknowledge any girl, let it alone stick up for one. I'm just wondering what's so special about her."  He says tilting his head to the side, with a blank expression on his face.

     "Oh, shut up. Well, she is special from any of the girls I've met." I said thinking to myself of the time, she ate all chicken herself and only let me l get a bite.

   "How?" He asked in the same persistent, curious tone.

    "Well, she doesn't spend her Saturday nights, watching make up tutorials or fake shit like that."

I said, laughing at myself.

    "Then, what does she like?" He asked, very curiously.

      "She likes to play mind games, She's a very tricky person. She loves to read and listen to music while watching Netflix." I started to smile.

      "Damn, you know this girl well, she must've done a lot to get you that hooked." He said while looking shocked but nudging me a little to make me notice the dirty joke, he'd just made.

      "Don't look so surprised, unlike you I'm not a manwhore. No, we only ever kissed. She was surprisingly very innocent." I said, while trying to hold in my laughter.

     "Wow, make out with one girl without knowing her name and your labelled a manwhore that for the rest of your life." He pouts while covering his face.

      "Pretty much, Hahaha!" I burst out in laughter while smacking my knee.

    "Your so mean!" He whines before puckering his bottom lip.

    "Oh well, I have to head home bye, loser." I said, while walking away.

     "Bye, Slug head!" He replied, waving.