I placed my books inside of my locker.
Someone punched the locker next door to mine.
I dropped my stuff; It was quite the shocker
I saw it was Matt; He smelled like cheap wine.
Matt laughed to himself thinking it was fun.
I knelt down and collected my textbooks.
Matt moved closer, enjoying how he won.
He was inches away, giving odd looks.
"Are we quite done here?" I asked feeling mad.
He stopped laughing and place a hand on me.
He squeezed my shoulder and said, "That's my bad."
Matt stared into my eyes; What could he see?
Annoyed with his humor, I turned to walk.
He started to follow behind my feet.
He spoke up and said, "I wanted to talk."
"Fine. Get to the point," I said in the street.
Matt followed me close. It felt quite awkward.
I could feel his breath and his eyes staring.
"I need your help moving my grades forward."
I rolled my eyes. "Why should I be caring?"
I turned around and he backed up a bit.
He looked at me with strange intensity.
"It's hard for me to really explain it."
"There are many tutors in the city."
He responded, "Yeah, but they are not you."
"Why am I so important?" I answered.
Matt seemed confused. "It is something you do."
His vague answers annoyed me. I now sighed.
I flatly refused his request from me.
I walked away and he stood there watching.
I picked up the pace until I was free.
It was near home that I heard someone sing.
A fellow in a black cloak was crooning.
His malevolent song had much to say.
A voice that had a dark and deep tuning.
As I walked, he seemed to have sung my way.
"Such gentle beauty must be put away."
"It tempts my blade to pierce its youthful chest."
"My hands alone must smooth and shape the clay."
"My hammer alone will shatter him best."
All at once he stopped singing and jumped me.
Then there was a cracking sound; He fell back.
The gunman killed him. In the light I see,
Matt revealed as the source of my attack.
