Who I used to be.

Chapter 1: The Meeting

I was young and I was stupid because I was nice. I wasn't too far gone at 12. I just came out of my shell. I lost weight, a whole ton of weight. I had a strict work out regiman and my face was slimming out. For my age I was HOT. Some of my closest friends thought I was hot too and I mean who could blame them? I mean it was cool and all until they wanted to be more than friends.
I didn't know who to like who and who not to like. I was prepubescent, and I got used A LOT thus meaning, I got hurt a lot. It never hut like I was heart broken but sad and unwanted. And around 7th grade I met a girl, a ginger, freckles ear to ear, she was beautiful and delusional.
We met at a highschool football game and we clicked. But along with friendships come feelings and I guess we "fell in love" and we started dating. With dating came with baggage, and baggage came with scuicidal tendancies. I never did mind trying to help but for 8 months I poured my heart out to her and gave her everything I had. It always felt like she cut or attention and never cause she needed. And eventually she left me. So I stopped talking to her. I was hurt and scared of love you ever just get so fed up with being sad you're angry? So angry you want everyone to feel that pain? Thats what I had come to and at such a young age. 13 years and I was a total fuckboy. I made girls fall in love with me. I used my looks. I said everything they wanted to hear. I wanted to feel wanted. I knew it wasn't right. All of these people would accepted me for a who I am. Or rather who I pretended to be. I don't know why. I did it and I had fun. I was angry and its not justifiable.

I made girls fall in love with me in the beggining. It wasnt a lot of girls just two or three in school and like three outside school. It was bad but then my brother was like me too. We did encouraged each others in the worst ways. Using girls for nudes and have seasonal hoes and stuff. We'd tally them and conpete. I mean I was stupid.
I didn't fall in love. I was kinda just a huge asshole. I was smart and arrogant. I made people feel like they were nothing so I could feel like everything. You hate me I know. I hated me too. What's not to hate? But things change, and faster than you'll ever expect. I was tired, I was miserable, and I hated myself and everything I did but it was like an addiction that I couldn't help.
Until about last year. I met a girl at my friends house (also a girl completely platonic) her name was Kyrie; and thats how my story begins.

I looked down at my phone and laid lazily on my bed, thinking about and about how I'd just recently visited my grandma. I got a text and rolled to my stomach I pulled my phone from my pocket. "Ooh" I said excitedly, I gradually leaned up and put my back to the wall and gently pat my fluff ball of a cat, Gaia, sprawled out beside me. I slid off his bed like a boss and slowly placed my feets on the ground, I looked down at wearing loose sweatpants and black and grey socks. "Geez" I said as I turned my head around my messy room.
" I need to clean this place up" I looked at the two desks with computers and shelves next to them, both identical on parallel

sides of the room. The room was symmetrical until about a few weeks ago when my older brother, Tyler, moved out into the open common-room, directly outside my. room. I live in the attic of my grandma's old house, she recently moved out due to her declining health. Through Tyler's new room is a stairway that leads to a door that opens to another staircase that exits out to the backyard and the kitchen. I walked through the room, "Hi Ty, how ya doin' kiddo?" Tyler is a bit older than me but I call everyone kiddo, "Oh I'm alive." he replied.
I moved passed the Gaia purring against my ankles and darted down the stairs and
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ade my way through the kitchen to my parents office. "Mom, Daddy, (we're not frirnda so i cant really use her name so imma call her pink lady my dood) Pinklady invited me over. Can I
go please? She said I can go at 2 and stay as long as I want.. B-but like, 8 is an okay time to leave?" mom simply replied, "No, don't overstay your welcome, who's picking you up and dropping you off?" I answered hastily, "Well I was hoping Daddy could drop me off at her house cause Pink's mom
said she'd drop me off here." mom nodded "Well, you have to ask him." I turned to daddy in excitement and desperation, " Daddy please can you take me pleeasseee??" he nodded, "Go get ready" "Thank youuuuuu" I said as I started pulling clothes off as head upstairs to gather more. I showered and changed into my favorite red jeans, a black shirt with an anime title on it, a galaxy sweater with a chicago team on it, and high-top boots. "Goshh my hair is messy." My dreads, were slightly untwisted I shrugged, I let my dreads cover my forehead, it actually looked better. I grabbed the keys to the van and tossed it to daddy.
He drove me like four blocks away, which is how far Pinks house is from mine. "Go get a girlfriend" I turned to him beet red, " Daddy, no. I don't like her." He stood and closed the door and ran
up to the door and knocked politely on the door. The door opened to show Pink's mother, (okay another name) Myra, smiling. "Oh my gosh, Tae, why are you so dressed up, you look so good." I looked
at her and nodded "Thank you, haha." I stepped up into the house as Myra closed the door behind me, "Hii Taee" Pink hugged me tightly like really hard for no reason. I looked around. I had noticed that
their were two other girls in the room, girls I've never seen before. "Oh girls, this is Tae, and
Tae this is Nina and Kyrie." Myra had announced. I pulled my hand up to my side and waved quietly and sat down on a chair near the corner of the room. When I entered Pinks house, the first thing I saw when I stepped into the living room is her large tv on my right-hand side standing on a jet black entertainment center, parallel to that was a leather couch where the two girls sat comfortably, with a large space behind there with a small shelf that sat in front of a staircase that led directly up to a bathroom and on the left side of the room near the bookcase was a doorway that led to a kitchen; the girl sat in the middle of the couch, Nina, and next to her. Kyrie.