Satan's Arithmetic Part 1: The Scars Left By Memories

June: Relationship went wrong

June rolled in and there was no sign of Shawn. The devil must've been on his plotting shit. That's what I thought until I actually to him. He actually had two reasons, I wouldn't release to the public but one was because Barkley said can't come back until September. Satan took his time and that is why he's successful with what he does. I was at my workplace one spring afternoon, to my surprise, a boy comes in. No, not my prince charming but a source. A nad one in fact. He wasn't tall he was average height. "Hey, you got sweatsuits available?" I wish I didn't have to turn around because once I did that and he saw a girl at the front desk, he started acting up. "My name Elijah, you should give me your Instagram." I laughed: "Well okay then, even though I was gonna say we don't and you have to write your order down anyway, so I could have it ready by next week." For one, I did not wanna talk to this kid but he seemed like a friend type of nigga, so I friendzoned him. He took the pen and the paper out of my hands and smiled. Two minutes he handed me the paper and still wrote his Instagram at the bottom of the order paper. He was cool though. Even though I had to ignore a couple of his DMs first, he was odd. Now let's get back to the demon. He knew how to reel himself back in, I never knew how he could do that. Scandalous at it's best. Over the last month of school, I wasn't really fucking with Shawn because I ain't have time for drama. I didn't want him to take over me, that power was stronger than what I thought. It took us until the last week of June to actually text again. I could admit, I'm so much better without him. Janice called me " dick whipped" we'd argue every other day about that, it was true though. That's the scary part. June 26th was a regular school day for me. Officially, on the last day of school, I wore a shirt with some shorts up to my knee. Shawn had wrote me to go see him. Usually, we would talk for about a week only because we wanted the same thing from each other. A lot of the things we've done are unexplainable, but what I can say is he was a bad addiction to have. If he was a drug it'll be crack. The thing that made us have a problem is he bullshits me. In slick ways that'll make me want to stab him in the neck. He wanted to see me. The devil is a strange creature he needs everyone to feel the same way yet, want them to know that everyone has a different part of him. This time it wasn't about sex. He was weird. He wanted me to go outside with him. I don't know for what and to do what. I know what the game was, he was up to something and I just kept adding 2 to the puzzle. So knowing the side of me that wants to see the good in someone so bad, I went. When I got there, he met me outside. He smiled at me then said, "Hey beautiful I missed you what you been up to?" I gave him a hug: "Well, I've been okay just doing what I have to do in order to survive. What about you? new biddies? Same shit?" Satan thought this through, he pulled his pants up and replied: " Well, of course, you know my body Egpyt. I'm a real nigga I'm not gonna lie about it I do want you though." I don't know why I didn't care for that statement I just wanted to fuck at the moment. When a person not around you for a while you just don't care to be emotional about anything they do. I looked at him: "I really just wanna have sex, I do not even know how to reply to that but we can chill tomorrow, like go outside I got stuff to do today." He ain't care and I should've paid that mind. He got up and went to the other side of the room then said: "Take that off." Foreplay always made things better. The nasty side of us came out when we got around each other. The lust was sickening because he didn't deserve the sex. I wanted it, it was dangerous to me. My urge for the sex made me even more of a demon than him after a minute. The fact that he knew how to get bitches and I was one of them. I hate to admit it but most of all that was my weakness. We fucked then began talking and I told him I have to go. He asked me to use my phone for music. I gave him my phone and we began to get dressed. he began telling me how his cousin was coming to meet him at his house. Bro, another family member? I have bad experiences with any niggas family members. Before I could even comment or anything or put on my sneakers, there was a knock at the door. When Shawn opened the door it was Elijah. "Egypt, this my cousin Elijah, Elijah this is Egypt." He gave me my phone back and proceeded to go out the door. We all were going the same way. So the whole time I'm walking with the both of them all I hear is constant yapping on and on about bullshit. Elijah just wasn't my type. Elijah stopped walking and said: "Egpyt you fucking with my cousin? That's just crazy." First off he lucky I ain't curse him out but truthfully, I was already talking to the cousin so he can't be mad I ain't want to talk to him. "Not even, I didn't know he was your cousin I know him from school, but how this sound? you can be my best friend?" He smiled and then agreed. It's the way how the devil snuck inside of me. When I got closer to my destination we parted, I gave them both a hug and kept walking to my house. Every time we fucked he built the demon inside of me, the angry person, my demon. When I opened my phone people we instantly sending me back my story with heart eyes I was confused. I didn't post anything that day but when I looked. It was a picture of Shawn on all of my social media platforms that said something him being my boyfriend and my jaw dropped.