it took a year of mama's nagging to finally get me to go up to you. on that green bench in the corner of the yard. she had even packed you lunch.
(she had heard your mama spent too much time wailing for your daddy - 'oh poor, sweet thing')
you swiped at me before i even sat down. the box with the chicken wrapped in tandoori naan fell. "get the fuck away from me !" i wondered when you started swearing, and if your mama knew.
i wasn't scared of you. mama taught me to fear no man. plus, i'd seen you fall over your own shoelaces and break your arm whilst playing football. you wailed like a banshee. men are fragile. i'd never been scared of boys.
maybe that was why you hated me.
but it was also why you grew to love me.
i left the box at your feet and walked away.
(A/N: Omg i hate this chapter its horrible im so sorry)
