When someone hits on her, beat the crap out of them
"Hey ho, let's go. I'm gonna start a riot. You don't want to fight it. One to fuck you, don't tell me what to do. I don't wanna be like you. Can't you see, it's killing me? I'm my own worst enemy."

Insert me sighing here. I stabbed continuously at whatever the hell it was that I got off the lunch counter. I looked down; oh ho ho. Surprise, surprise; French fries. The first thing I ever shared with Massie. Now, before you can glare at me, listen first. I tried my hardest to contact Massie, I swear. I called her house, I texted her phone, I tried talking to her in between classes, I've tried looking for her during lunch. Fuck it, I nearly broke into her house.

Look, someone needs to listen to me. Fine, you, with the oddly-shaped nose and the haircut that looks like it was styled by Lady Gaga's hairdresser.

I sighed to myself. I needed Massie again. Before her, all I had in life was... Was... Lotion, obviously. Ew. Looking back at it now, I shuddered to myself. Gosh, I can't believe I was the boy who used to... Violate himself nearly every day. And I can't believe I used to stare at girls' legs or breasts. I can't believe I used to be the guy who'd attack a girl just to make out with them. I'd go out with the slutty girls to get something out of them.

I can't believe I'm the guy who fell in love with Massie.

Josh plopped down next to me and shook his head. "Man, dude, Cam, it's been a whole year since you and Massie broke up. Come on, give it up. She's with that Kemp Hurley guy now, it doesn't matter. She doesn't like you anymore, she's moved on." He patted my shoulder and I swatted it away.

He didn't understand. He hadn't found his soul mate. Not yet. I was a senior now, and Massie a junior. Alicia was off attending NYU. She still constantly sent me photos of herelf over Facebook. The girl never knew when to lay off.

I sighed, watching as Kemp drummed his fingers against Massie's arm. He looked down at her with his mouth upturned in a prompt smirk. He leaned down and whispered something into her ear. She giggled.

I watched this exchange between the "perfect couple" happen ever so often. It was disgusting. He'd say something cute like, "We're staying together forever, 'cause I'm not stupid enough to let someone as perfect as you leave my life," and she'd giggle at that, a giggle meant only for me.

I sighed again, frustrated. This was getting out of hand. I hated how Massie made me feel. I'd sometimes catch her staring at me during the one class we had together (she inspired me to do better, and so now I'm in Mr. Myner's Literature Honors class) and then there were the times that she'd just completely ignore me like I was never there in the first place. And then sometimes, I'd brush my fingers against hers as we passed and she'd turn around to hold my stare. And when I did it again, she'd pull her hand back, I'd think she'd get her elbow sprained from the reflex.

I tightly clenched my hand around my spoon, watching as Kemp stuck his tongue down my Massie's throat. It sickened me. I didn't like anyone getting rough with Massie. I gritted my teeth and looked away and down to my French fries. A drop of water escaped my eye and fell, fell down to them, soaking one lone French fry, off to the side. Tears. I was crying. Again. Tears. More tears. I peered up, only to catch Kemp's eyes searching into Massie's shirt as she was bending down to retrieve something in her bag.

And that was it. The next thing I know, I'm up and about, grabbing Kemp by the collar and smashing his face against the shiny cafeteria table. It's done now. I've completely lost it. I didn't know what to do. My fists pounded into him, feeling the hardness of his chest, his abs, fuck, I drilled my hand into his balls. He deserved it.

Of course, hands pulled me away from Kemp and his bloody nose that I was so close to targeting again. I was dragged away, my vision not so very clear from the punch Kemp got near my eye, I was able to make out Massie standing there in horror, watching me, tears forming her eyes. She shook her head and bent down to Kemp, aiding him. Not me. Him.

I was just trying to help you, Massie.

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