"A grape flavored kiss.... A boy on your lips...."
Eddie doesn't know what to do when he finally meets Gareth's other best friend. Gareth talks both of them up to each other yet it takes almost a decade to meet...
Do they actually know each other?
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I heard Cynthia's voice. Her voice always rings clear, no matter how much you wish you could graduate and just be rid of her.
She was making fun of Elenor again. She knows I hate it when she is mean to her. I have done enough to that girl for the whole rest of us. I am a piece of shit; I have known this from the day Matilda was left at our door. My hatred of the female species and what they do to men started long before Matilda, but my response to how I reacted to the emotion changed with her.
She was so innocent, so small, and my mom locked her in a closet for two days. She didn't know I had let her out a few times when Matilda cried about needing to use the bathroom. I was a piece of shit not a monster, well not at that time.
I never hated her. I just hated all girls. My mom had men over while dad was at work, she would flirt and smile with them. It was the same with my dad, he ran to Matilda's mom for love and comfort. All the while I was there, waiting, pretending to be a good boy.
Every time they would fight, every time, I was there to take the pain of one of their lost arguments. Women always loved themselves more than children more than their husbands. You had yet to meet one that didn't pick themselves first.
Your parents' constant criticism now poured into your mind. You are worthless. Why are you, my son? The phrases and insults burned less and less; time is funny that way, usually you start to believe the words, but in my case, I could see my parents were just as miserable as you were.
When Matilda came to the house, I thought there was finally someone who would understand me, but she just cried, she cried all the time. She would upset my parents more than I ever had, she shattered my quiet moments, and the worst part is that I wanted her to go away. She wasn't welcome.
Cynthia's voice again.
"What? You're friends with that slut?" Cynthia's voice became clear. She was a beautiful girl, but she was lost, she wanted a trophy not a boyfriend, she was a mistake. I had noted from the incident in the cafeteria with Cynthia and Elenor, that it was a mistake you and Eddie Munson apparently made.
Eddie Munson. That freak, you couldn't figure out why he irritated you. Everything from the way he walked to the way people reacted to him. He was the opposite of you, he was a good person, you knew it, but that made him even more irritating. He didn't have the adoration of others like you, but that made you even more mad, it's another reason to dislike girls, dislike people.
Elenor liked him though. You could tell.
Gareth was bad enough, he always stood by Elenor, pretending to be friends when you knew, you knew he was secretly with her. Why wouldn't he be? The want you had for that girl was all consuming, it devoured you. And now both these boys were around her, pretending to care for her. She understood you. Elenor was the exception to your hate; she had seen you and you liked it that you didn't need to put on a brave face for her. You had claimed her, she was your first. A man stays with their first.
