Melody’s P.O.V 

 What the hell did I just do? All my life I’ve tried to be different, tried to not turn into my mother, or become like some of these young girls out here on these streets. Sleeping with one guy after the next to get by in life. Sure I’ve had boyfriends before, but I’ve never slept with any of them. I’ve always been smart, I know I’m better than these streets, I’m not willing to put myself out on them, so why the hell did I lose myself with one white boy?

Am I just like my mother? One white guy with money shows a little interest in me and I fall right into bed with him. For god sakes, I don’t even know the guy! I like him yeah, but there were a lot of guys before, whom I knew very well and actually loved. But you didn’t see me hopping between the sheets with them.  What makes Richie so different?

I feel disgusted with myself. Everything people have been saying about me is true. I am destined to end up like my mother or worse. I can’t move further than these streets. The one thing I was proud of is gone and I don’t know how to handle it. My whole world has changed, that was the one accomplishment that has kept me going. I thought if I could stay pure and true to myself, I’ll be able to accomplish anything in life.

What do I do now? How do I even look the people who predicted this in their eyes? I’ve lived up to all their expectations, no better than a street hoe. Sleeping with a guy whose name I only know. What the hell is wrong with me, where the hell did I go wrong?

 Will I ever be able to come back from this, can I ever forgive myself for being stupid and letting my hormones control me? Right now I just don’t know. I just don’t know.

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Oswaldo’s P.O.V

“So how’s the new school working out for you? You dying of boredom yet?”

My best friend Max ask. I wish I could say it is great, but it’s not. Melody hasn’t talk to me for two weeks now. I think I ruin her. I know you must be thinking I’m being melodramatic, but I assure you I am not.

The sassy, hot mouth, feisty girl I met is no more. I know I didn’t know anything about her before that first day. But I did watched her that entire day. There was an attitude about her when she dealt with people. If the teachers asked her the answer to a question they knew she know, if she didn’t feel like answering she would straight up tell them no. Now, it’s like she has built the iron walls around herself, and she’s not willing to let anyone in. And I did that to her.

“It’s a school like any other school.”

Max laugh, “Yeah, but it doesn’t have Lisa Jones.”

I laugh too, “That it doesn’t.” It has someone even better.

Lisa Jones is my ex-girlfriend. She is the only girl I have ever dated for more than a year. We broke up about 7 months ago. Well, she broke up with me because as she said, “I need to explore my other options Oswaldo, I just can’t be 17 and has only ever had sex with just one guy. How will I know if you’re the right guy, if I don’t try other guys?”

Correct me if I’m wrong, but don’t you girls cherish the fact that you’ve only ever slept with one guy. I’m not a girl so I wouldn’t know. See now us guys, we cherish the fact that the number of girls we slept with has exceeded our fingers.

“So have you met any nice girls yet? You know if you have, don’t forget to hook a brother up.”

Max started talking again. Max and I go way back, we’ve been friends from birth. The only reason I think my parents let him come around to the house or hang out with me is, because his parents are filthy rich, more so than my family.

Looking at Max you wouldn’t believe he’s a rich white kid. The dude thinks he’s ghetto, he dresses like Eminem and rap likes Snoop dog. I think Melody would really like him. And there I go thinking about her again, it’s like she’s on the forefront of my mind. Everything reminds me of her and everything I do or see I want to share with her. This girl is messing with my head.

“So are we still partying at your pad this weekend?”

I change the subject, I don’t want to tell him about Melody just yet. I have to get her to talk to me first, and try and work things out before I introduce her to my friends.

“For sure son. The girls has been called, the booze has been bought, and the parents are away. We gonna be bringing the roof down on that mofo homey.”

Max pulled out a joint and starts patting himself down, looking for a light. When he didn’t find one, he opened my glove compartment. Before I could stop him he already had his hand in there.

“Os bro, is there something you wanna tell me?”

I look over at Max to have a look at what he is talking about. I almost crash my car, seeing Melody’s peach lace bra, in Max’s hand. She left it in my car that first day, I don’t know why I haven’t given it back to her. But seeing Max holding it is getting on my nerves. Just the thought of another man holding something so personal of Melody’s is setting my teeth on edge. Heck just the thought of any man within 10 ft. of her makes me wanna hurt somebody.

“Would you put that back.”

I grab the bra and put it back. My hands grapping the steering wheel.

“So you gonna tell me who this shawty is, or have you turn to cross dressing?”

I laugh. “She’s just a girl from school, just forget about it.”

I could see the look on Max’s face. He knows I’ve never been shy about talking about a girl before. I’m not saying that I discuss my sex life with my friends, I’ve just never been closed lips about any girl I like. But somehow it just didn’t feel right talking about Melody.

If I know anything about Max, it’s that he does not know the words, no prying. From the look on his face, I can see that a million and one questions are going to be fired my way. I see his mouth opens and I sigh, preparing myself for his questions.

“Dude you’ve only been going to that school like, what… two weeks and already you’ve gotten some ass? Sweet.”

I shake my head laughing. No way am I telling him anything about Melody. His prying ass can sit there and wonder. He’s not gonna get shit out of me. Melody deserve more respect than that. Somehow I know that she’s not a onetime girl, she’s the kinda of girl you take home to your mother, the kinda girl you marry. And you just don’t wanna be talking smack about the girl you might end up spending the rest of your life with, to your boys.

Max just wouldn’t shut up. “So what does this chick look like? Is she hot, does she have friends? Can you hook a brother up?”

I’m not listening to Max any more. I see Melody walking down the street with her hoodie pulled over her head. Before I know what I’m doing, I’m already pulling over and parking the car. Before Max can even get a word out I’m already out the car and running towards Melody.

I put my hands on her shoulders and turn her to face. She gasp, startle. The shock confused look, is replace with sadness and guilt when she sees it me. Why is she feeling sad and guilty? She’s about to turn away and I hold her firmly in place. Making her unable to move.

“Mel, come on, don’t walk away from me. Please just talk to me, tell me what I did so I can make it right.”

Her face is like a stone, no expression is displayed on her face. I could see that she was blocking me out. This is really pissing me off now, and you guys know that, when I’m pissed off I say stupid shit.

“Why the hell are you acting this way Melody, it was just sex.”

The moment the words leaves my mouth I feel like an ass, and I want to take them back. Shit! The look on her face and the small wounded gasp makes me feel even shittier.

“It wasn’t just sex to me.”

It was said so low I don’t think she intended for me to hear it. A lost look pass across her face, like I stole something precious from her. I don’t really understand why she had that look, until I remember something from that first day. I remember when we were together, her face had a grimace and she looked like she was in pain.

Oh shit!!

She couldn’t have been… could she?

“Oh shit, Mel. You wasn’t a… I didn’t take… I wasn’t your… Was I?”

I saw the truth on her face before she turn away. I feel like the biggest dick alive. I try to pull her closer to me but she isn’t having it. She push me away and starts yelling. People everywhere stop what they’re doing to watch and listen.

“Just leave me the hell alone Richie! Is yo white ass dumb!? Just go and stop messing up my life, you’ve done enough damage as it is. I don’t ever wanna see yo dumb ass again. I can’t stand you, and just looking at you make me sick! I-I… I hate you Richie.”

Her words hurt, I know she don’t really mean them, but they hurt nonetheless. I nod and started walking backwards. I am going to leave her alone if that’s what he wants. I looked at her face and her eyes widen. Next thing I know, she’s screaming.

“Richie!!!”

Then it all went black.