The thought of what you said and did pierced my thoughts fiercely. I couldn’t stand you at this point. Threatening me and my girlfriend, thinking who you were. “You’re not what you think” is all i could say to myself. I took the bus with my girlfriend that day, as we watched him approach the same bus stop, to get on the same bus. He got off at our stop, and began to walk away. He mumbled something on the phone as he fastly walked away. Not being able to contain my sanity any longer, I scream down the street,
“Excuse me, have a problem?”
He pretended not to hear me. So I caught up to him, and I pounced on him. I lost control.
As I went to clench my fist, my girlfriend tore me away, telling me to calm down.
No baby, I’m sorry. I’m not letting him get away with this any longer. It’s rediculous.
She tore me away, and brought me to her house, and calmed me down, like she always can.
The next day, he didn’t come into school; or the next day, or the next.
Maybe he finally realized he isn’t always right.