Three years ago.
When you think of eighth graders, you think of children. That wasnt nor isnt the case with my generation. We were
developed to say the least; physically, mentally and socially beyond our years. When I was around Nikkee, what I was raised to consider a great weakness made its existence constant.
Emotion.
Do you believe in love? I stopped pacing and stood still in the stirring blades of grass. She had asked a question which strayed away from anything else we had been discussing for the last two hours here at Wilson Pond. And besides, being the mentor I asked the questions.
No, I decided to take the place of the apprentice and answered.
Why? She looked up at me with her salient brown eyes as she sat in the grass Indian style.
Why not? I continued my pacing, hands behind my back butler style.
Why dont you believe in love?
What
exactly is love?
The humans define it as warmth
love
profuse conviviality
She tried to hide one of her grins.
The humans.
She and I were part of a larger group of teenagers who felt that we had transcended humanity physically and mentally.
We were eighth graders who used the conviviality as if it were the word cup
we certainly werent ordinary teenagers; teenagers who had been trained by my comrade Pedro as well as yours truly.
You dont believe in love
I stopped pacing once more and recalled this fact.
True
I dont
and I know why I dont, but do you know why you dont? She was challenging me
she thought I didnt believe in love for the bad ass factor.
Simply for the fact that lust exists
aspiration, yearning
desire
all things I identify as possible and viable. Unlike love
.which is truly lust.... This is the same exact reason she doubted love
because of the existence of lust.
And what do you, Monsieur Brian, desire? She stood up on her feet and sauntered towards me.
Perfection.
Present day.
The sound of an incoming instant message emitted from my computer speakers.
XSexyGoddessX had sent me a message.
XSexyGoddessX: Afternoon Monsieur!!!
I paused
I was never good keeping my cold and calculated eminence around her
.to her face, or over the internet.
x3WingedAngelx: Afternoon
mon ami
She loved speaking French
although she was an Asian Bombshell.
XSexyGoddessX: What r u ^ 2???
she was using computer talk
had it really been that long?
x3WingedAngelx: Thinking.
XSexyGoddessX: You were really good at that, lol
x3WingedAngelx: Does this conversation have a point?
The sun was going down, and in a few hours, I would have to get solid and vindictive for the role of my alter ego.
A few minutes went by before she replied to the solid and vindictive.
XSexyGoddessX: I was just wondering what you were doing on Friday
x3WingedAngelx: Nothing
Id put aside my agenda and schedule for you any day.
She had that influence on me.
XSexyGoddessX: 
XSexyGoddessX: Im coming to Linden after school with my friend Laura, Chelsea said she wasnt doing anything either and said she would hang out with us
are you down?
A few minutes went by before I replied to the cordial and convivial.
x3WingedAngelx: Ill see what I can do
XSexyGoddessX: 
x3WingedAngelx: Ill see you on Friday.
XSexyGoddessX: 
we havent figured out a meeting spot yet, but Ill call your cell phone when we do.
x3WingedAngelx: Dont worry, Ill find you.
XSexyGoddessX:
sounds enticing mon ami, very enticing
were gonna need some alone time thoughyou and me
to catch up on the past
I paused for a moment and rid myself of the thoughts normal men would think.
x3WingedAngelx: Understood.
XSexyGoddessX: Well, I gotta go; my older sisters and I are going to a club!!! Ill see you later tall, dark and lonesome
XSexyGoddessX Signed Off
I saved the conversation, like I do with all of my conversations, to my USB Drive and put on my away message. I leaned back in my chair and thought about tonights vigilante escapade
with thoughts of Friday interfering.
My mother came out of her room and made her way into the kitchen to start dinner. After a few moments of getting pots and pans she asked me the following:
Hows your father?
I paused.
Fine I guess
why?
Well...its just that, I heard the stove turn on,
the last time he picked you up was two months ago and he hasnt called
Ah
was all I could say.
Has e-mailed you?
Havent checked my email in a while mom
Ah
was all she could say.