Love Hard

De'Angelo

Zionne

I always saw him walking around with his eyes covered. He always walked with the same person, looking down while his best friend Marcus yapped on about which bitch he fucked the night before. He never really talked much from what I could remember, and he didn't really have a big group of friends. He only really hung out with about six people in all. He'd laugh or crack a smile every once in a while, but usually kept a straight face.

They called him crazy. They said he was a freak who didn't know the first thing about showing his emotions or being nice to people. Most girls thought he was "sexy" but wouldn't dare try to talk to him because apparently he was a psycho. Everyone avoided him. Everyone except me.