Forbidden Love

Brendan van der Walt

Girls are crazy. From black dresses, maroon lose shirts, tight denim jeans, irresistible lips and luring eyes, to text fights, yelling over the phone, uneasy confrontation, why this/why that, who's this/who's that.... Though they're the ones that complain about our bluntness and "minimum efforts" when they haven't at all given a second to think that they might be making us boys uneasy, too.

I'm Brendan. Brendan van der Walt. I'm 16 years old in my 3rd year of high school. A Junior. This week I have been with about, let's say nine to eleven girls. I dunno, it just happens, I guess; I go to a massive party, I meet about 3 girls and, you know, hang with them. It's such a surprise to me that none of these pretty ladies ever find out that they weren't the only ones whom I made feel special the same night.

My father Erick van der Walt always told me, "Son, your charm was indeed inherited not from your mother, but from me."

I shake my head and snap back into reality. Ugh, reality. Where your loved ones die and you're left broken and hopelessly miserable.