Excerpt 9 'Calculated'

Being with me was all part of his game, which was calculated quite carefully I may add. He pulls away, I pull closer. He knew my next move. He pretended to be wise, like something only a book can teach you. Chess. Although he wasn’t that smart, he was observing, and a great deal more than I had imagined. It’s like that saying; the people who hear don’t just listen. He was interested in people’s experiences, and inconstancies. He remembered them and used them for his own benefit. He would be sad when he needed to, for people to give him sympathy, and, he would be distant when he wanted to, to gain more of your attention. He narrated the story well. The boy who cried love. See, he probably thought he was polishing up his image in my eyes. Most people who have fallen into his game, unfortunately, don’t realize how carefully he plans out his image. And when they did, like myself, it ended up being too late. Check-mate.