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Interlude

Carrying on from my last "interlude" I told y'all what made me become the male hoe I was back in the day. So after my recent change I started to see things differently now I could tell a cheater from a lover and someone fake from someone real. My first "Victim" as you would say was a girl named Brittany. She was a cute light skin about 5'4 with a pretty smile, after the whole Q incident I paid attention to my surroundings and you can say I basically learned my game or how to approach a female from my fellow male hoe classmates. I approached Brittany calm and relaxed, I saw she was having trouble with her locker so I helped her and at the same time flirting with her, complimenting her dress style her hair and her smile. She would soon fall for the fake bait I paid out to her, after about a month or so she was basically like putty in my hands, she bought me lunch fed me, bought me snacks and was a true ride or die for me. WARNING IF YOUR SENSITIVE PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER. Me and Brittany was sitting on the stairs one day after school and we started to talk, and after a month of getting to know each other, she asked when I would make it official. Now this next part may piss a lot of you off, I looked her in he eyes and told her that I loved her too much to hurt her, she looked me deeply in and I could tell the L word hit her in the heart and she felt some type way, she told me that her mom was working late and she had the house to herself, and her grandma who almost never left her room, so we went over her house and I used her phone to call my dad and tell him I was staying late to study, so we go up to her room and we staring each other in the eye and I tell her again I love you and she smiles and got up and closed her door and one thing lead to another. Now I know your thinking why the fuck would you lie to her like that, your such a dog, and that's fucked up. At the time I was taking my anger out on the wrong person, or wrong group of people. Did I feel bad afterwards, a little did I care? Not really. But after Brittany, it only gets worse from there