Katou's POV. I'm full of these.
BRUISES ON HER EGO
I didn't ask for it. I didn't force it. She gave it. So why make me out to be some rapist? It was all her fault. All her fuckin' fault.
I had actually gone to school one day. And this pretty little new girl walked in. She smiled at the class and I smiled back. I turned to some friends and made a rude comment. Then, oh how traditional, the teacher sat her in front of me. So I messed with her. The following weeks I came to class and kicked her chair, or attack her with spit balls, and always made a perverted comment. And she'd laugh. I could tell she went for my type, she just couldn't yet.
After a month of "Improper Attention", as the teacher called it, she gave in. The next day all the guys were clapping my back. "Way to GO, KATOU!" They would say, and laugh at how it rhymed. All the dumb broads who liked me would give her dirty looks, while all the high class girls I had chased would call her a whore and thank her for getting me off their case. She ignored them, and would come and put her head on my shoulder and wrap her arms around my neck. After a couple of weeks the guys started to get jealous, but that didn't matter. She was mine.
Then I tried getting in her pants. That was the mistake, trying to get it. So I backed off but she wouldn't entirely trust me after that, for a while. Just as I thought she was gonna dump me, she gave in. And it was worth the wait. Everything was great; the other guys had absolutely no chance. She was fine at first, just peachy. Then someone got to her, one of my exes no doubt. Someone went blabbing about some kind of bet I had with the guys, and she was just a prize. All I did was say "Hey, who thinks I can get that? Any one?" and someone goes and gets her pissed at me. No wonder why I drink and do drugs, people are always purposely fucking up my life.
She comes over to my place and throws a fit. Just starts yelling, and crying. I felt like a major ass. There was no bet. No prize, nothing. But here she is, yelling about how I made her out to be a whore, and how I killed her chance in this place. Then she pulls some shit outa her past, some guy named Steve. "He did the same thing! Used me! Girls started to harass me! I had to move!" And nothing I said changed her view of me. To her I was Steve. There was no difference. So she goes and throws her ring at me. The fucking ring I had bought her. And she stormed out.
About three weeks later she moved. And I still have that fucking ring. The last time I saw her she gave me a little piece of paper with the lyrics of a song written on it. 'Pretty Girl' by a band called Sugar Cult. One little sentence haunts me. "She's beautiful as usual, with bruises her ego and her killer instinct tells her to be aware of evil men." Guess I'm one of those evil men.
R/R: I have connections. I'll discover where you live and stalk you if you don't review.
BRUISES ON HER EGO
I didn't ask for it. I didn't force it. She gave it. So why make me out to be some rapist? It was all her fault. All her fuckin' fault.
I had actually gone to school one day. And this pretty little new girl walked in. She smiled at the class and I smiled back. I turned to some friends and made a rude comment. Then, oh how traditional, the teacher sat her in front of me. So I messed with her. The following weeks I came to class and kicked her chair, or attack her with spit balls, and always made a perverted comment. And she'd laugh. I could tell she went for my type, she just couldn't yet.
After a month of "Improper Attention", as the teacher called it, she gave in. The next day all the guys were clapping my back. "Way to GO, KATOU!" They would say, and laugh at how it rhymed. All the dumb broads who liked me would give her dirty looks, while all the high class girls I had chased would call her a whore and thank her for getting me off their case. She ignored them, and would come and put her head on my shoulder and wrap her arms around my neck. After a couple of weeks the guys started to get jealous, but that didn't matter. She was mine.
Then I tried getting in her pants. That was the mistake, trying to get it. So I backed off but she wouldn't entirely trust me after that, for a while. Just as I thought she was gonna dump me, she gave in. And it was worth the wait. Everything was great; the other guys had absolutely no chance. She was fine at first, just peachy. Then someone got to her, one of my exes no doubt. Someone went blabbing about some kind of bet I had with the guys, and she was just a prize. All I did was say "Hey, who thinks I can get that? Any one?" and someone goes and gets her pissed at me. No wonder why I drink and do drugs, people are always purposely fucking up my life.
She comes over to my place and throws a fit. Just starts yelling, and crying. I felt like a major ass. There was no bet. No prize, nothing. But here she is, yelling about how I made her out to be a whore, and how I killed her chance in this place. Then she pulls some shit outa her past, some guy named Steve. "He did the same thing! Used me! Girls started to harass me! I had to move!" And nothing I said changed her view of me. To her I was Steve. There was no difference. So she goes and throws her ring at me. The fucking ring I had bought her. And she stormed out.
About three weeks later she moved. And I still have that fucking ring. The last time I saw her she gave me a little piece of paper with the lyrics of a song written on it. 'Pretty Girl' by a band called Sugar Cult. One little sentence haunts me. "She's beautiful as usual, with bruises her ego and her killer instinct tells her to be aware of evil men." Guess I'm one of those evil men.
R/R: I have connections. I'll discover where you live and stalk you if you don't review.