Page 13 of Halo: Tales Of A Hitman

He laughed and so did I.

“I’ll be beatin’ my dick with thoughts of you every damn night.”

I playfully pushed him, “Shut up! You better get out of here. Sherry will be off work soon.”

“Yeah, I need to go and head out.”

I walked him to the door and before he opened it, he gave me hug and a final kiss.

“Bye Story.”

“Bye Walker.” He opened the door and left.

I put the top door lock on then walked back to the bed. I feel like I am giving the wrong impression so let me explain. Walker was my first love from high school. I gave him my virginity when I was seventeen. We broke up a few months later because he got a basketball scholarship to play at UCLA.

We just felt it was better to break up instead of trying to make it work. That summer of our senior year Walker tore his ACL and his plans changed. But we did not get back together. In fact, he got a girlfriend named Sherry.

He and I kept messing around only because he was the only man I was comfortable having sex with. It was wrong, I knew it was wrong, he did too but here we are. The both of us knew what we had was not a relationship, just hook-ups.

Now, I am moving from Arizona to Michigan tomorrow. I stayed in a hotel for the night until my flight leaves in the morning. I put my house-shoes on, my oversize T-shirt. I grabbed my phone and hotel key then left out of my room. When I got to the door that was two down from mine, I knocked on it.

“Did you and Walker say your goodbye?” He used air quotes when he said the word goodbye.

Hendrix has been my best friend in the world since we met in the sixth grade. I had such a crush on him all through middle school. He was the best-looking guy in class. Back then he had dreadlocks and I liked his dimples. We became boyfriend and girlfriend a month after meeting.

I was so excited to have my first boyfriend, and we were such a cute couple. We stayed together until the summer at the end of eighth grade. Me and Hendrix were watching the 4th of July fireworks and that’s when he broke up with me. I was devastated and asked him why.

Hendrix looked me in my eyes and told me because he was gay. He knew it, but he assumed it would go away. He explained to me that he wanted to get a girlfriend and see if it was what he liked.

I did not know how to take it until he broke down, and he begged me not to leave his life. Hendrix became more than my boyfriend, we were best friends and I assumed I had it all. The way he hugged me and cried made me forgive him and continue to be his best friend.

I kept his secret too because Hendrix was not ready to come out at all. That did not happen until our senior year of high school. I was so proud of him telling his parents, siblings, and family.

It took them a while to accept it but eventually they grew to love the real him. Now, we are nineteen years old, and he is moving with me to start a new life.

I put my long curly hair in a ponytail laughing then answered, “We did and it was good as always.”

“This is why I’m glad we are gettin’ tha fuck outta here. You need a new start away from that nigga. Either that or I’ma have to kick his ass and tell him to stay the fuck away.”

I fell on the bed laughing because he was so serious. Hendrix was the straightest, gayest man on this earth. He liked to have sex with men and was out about it, other than that when you look at him you would think he was straight.

His style, demeanor and how he did not play about me at all looked like he was my overprotective boyfriend. When we hit tenth grade, Hendrix cut his dreadlocks and has been wearing a low haircut with thick waves.

His beard came in when we were seventeen. Making his black and west Indian features show even more. Hendrix kept it short, it covered his jar, it was full and went around his mouth.

“Walker is not about to be a problem anymore. Truthfully, he is a big reason why I want a new beginning. I do not want to be this person who keeps sleeping with someone else’s man just because I am scared to let someone new in. I think we both need it.” I put emphasis on that word.

“Why yo’ big head ass say it like that!?” He laughed and asked.

“Um hello! Darrayl Johnson! You’re kryptonite! That man has been your toxic trait for two years. As sexy as y’all are together, let’s be real Drix. He plays games, then you play games and make him crazy. Then you get crazy when he goes back to playing games. Between him and Walker, we need to leave them both behind.”

Hendrix rubbed his hand down his waves, “I’ll give you that, it’s hard breaking from a muthafucka fine, who can suck my dick good and take my dick even better.”

“OH MY GOD!” I hit his arm and fell into the pillow laughing.

Hendrix and I had no boundaries when we talked but I still would scream when he was so blunt.

“Shit, I’m just sayin’! But naw, for real Darrayl isn’t hard to let go. He was something I was used to, like Walker was for you. But you’re a girl and y’all emotions are different. I know it’s hard to move on and close the door. So, let me close it for you as your best friend and someone who will put a muthafucka in the ground over you.”