Chapter 3: Officer Malik Harris

I walked into my shitty one bedroom apartment like I always do; I heard the radio on like it always is. The TV in the living room was on and no one was watching like it always is. But something was different. I know my house, it’s too small not to notice when something is not in place. Moaning, I heard moaning, and I could smell my favorite candle burning. What the fuck? I know this motherfucker was not in my motherfucking house cheating on me! I knew our sex life had grown somewhat boring but what the fuck? After all I had done! Rescuing him from the streets.

So it's my sophomore year in high school. A lot of things had changed over the summer. I had managed to find myself a job at Sal's Pizzeria in downtown Bridgewood. That enabled me to "tweak" my appearance a little. I ditched the bifocals, I bought some new gear, and all of a sudden I went from "geek" to "Hot". My job helped me to work on the mutual hatred between me and Kent's friend JR, because JR was the manager of Sal's. By the time the school year had begun, me and JR were really good friends.