How a friend can turn into a foe.

There was a girl. She had her hair in curls. She dearly loved a boy. Not that he loved her back. She thought “don’t be coy.” She carried a sack. Of things she “lacked.” She hung it over her shoulder. It was large, some saying like a boulder. Nobody asked what it was. They just were colder. This made her feel like a fool. She was so tired. She could drool. She wanted to let it go. Not that it was heavy so- She carried it up until the bell rang. Pushing in her chair. All the boy could do was stare. This isn’t love. This is lust. She saw the look in his eyes. The blood rushing to his veins. Maybe it wasn’t that? Maybe he’s being silly. Like a cat. She thought nothing of it and went along her day. When she got home, it was to her surprise she found him in her room. Waiting. On her bed. Like a piece of led. Open. Ready? She trembled. She didn’t like this. Sure, she liked him. But wasn’t it bad enough she wasn’t sure if he was only showing lust? Oh well. His hands roamed along her body.