Unintentional Moves

By GG Davenport

In the midst of great love lurks great pain. And within that pain lingers heartache. And within heartache lingers, unintentional missteps. The stories you are about to read, may seem familiar to you in that you have lived breathed or observed them in some corner of the world. The stories range from puppy love to some very grown up deadly situations. Although the characters are fictitious, (maybe) the stories are indeed real in nature. If you look long and hard enough, you just may see someone you know in them, or perhaps even see yourself.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Apr 28, 2018
• ISBN: 9781546233275

GG Davenport

G. G. Davenport is the author of Keeping the Juices Flowing, and Straddling the Pillow. She watches tear-jerker movies, plays tennis, loves to go bowling and listen to music while writing. When she isnt writing she is an educator, wife and mother in West Palm Beach, Florida. She writes about the near and dear struggles of women trying to find their way in life, and hopes to inspire some novice along the way.

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Published by AuthorHouse 04/27/2018

ISBN: 978-1-5462-3328-2 (sc)

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Contents

Author Reflection

Unintentional Moves

Puppy-tastic

Happy Go-Lucky

Walk a Million Miles

Stalk on By

Rock-a-Bye-Baby

Two Faces

Don’t Feed the Animals

Freaky Control

Shades of Love

Sheer Torture: The Beginning

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Final Chapter

Mon Amie

The Nugent’s Son

Carly’s Man

I Do

Carly’s Reality: Fast-forward

Blissful Mornings

Chance Encounter

Recollections

Lickety-Split

Idle Mind

Daddy Duty

The Adonis

Their First Meeting

Mysterious Birthday

Me and Carly

Changes Abound

Feelings Galore

Addicted to Secrecy

Hotel-Motel-Holiday-Inn

D’s True Self

If it Quacks like a Duck

Collision Course 101

Life Set Ablaze

Shock Takes Over

Glorious Friendship

Snuffed Out Cigarette

Before Time Stood Still

Bullets Always Have a Name

Beyond the Shadows

GDG

Why?

Why be so cruel to me

To bring your beautiful life

Have me thankful to be a part of it

How do I say I’m free

Why kiss me

If you were gonna hide

From that point on

Taking it from me

-John Francis B.

GDG

Author Reflection

It’s not how you start a relationship that matters it’s, how you end it! Whether you wish to believe it or not, starting up an intimate relationship with a person is an occasion many have chosen to do without. Why, you ask? Well, the concept of falling in love is hard enough on its own, but we go out of our way to complicate things by adding difficulties. Every time we add an unnecessary rough patch in the road, we make the journey all the more challenging. I’m almost willing to bet that everyone walking around today can remember each and every rough patch they experienced in their relationships. And, they can also remember every rough patch they caused, or worse yet, were forced to recover from. I know I do!

My heart has been turned every which way but loose in regard to love matters. Some heart-aches tore me to pieces. Some heart-aches changed a bit of my insides. Some heart-aches altered my state of mind from the naïve young girl I used to be, into a cautious, hesitant love interest, walking around on eggshells. Although it hurts to say this, I must add that even though the disappointments broke me down to the fragmented person left standing here today, I am a much stronger person because of each and every one. And surprisingly, you will be, too. Just keep forging ahead, believing that Mr. Right is around the corner, and he won’t take you through any changes. Trust that he will be forthright, and treat you with the love and respect you deserve. Then later, after that initial year or so of jitters has passed, you will look back and say, wow that wasn’t so bad. Yes, you may have to say, Why did I waste my time on all those losers? but you will know that each one of them contributed to the beautiful person you have become in the mirror, inside and out. One thing I now know for sure is that bad relationships, can take a toll on your insides so much, that it starts to show on the outside, consequently aging you tremendously. That’s the bad part of BAD relationships. If you’re not careful at reading the negative vibes that surround them, they can Break you down, make an Ass of you, and eventually be the Death of you if you are not careful.

In closing, it would be easy to say, stay away from relationships involving passion and romance, but I believe God put us here to enjoy loving one another, and he would be highly disappointed if we didn’t follow suit and love one another as he planned. So, I say love hard, love sensibly, love often, and love till it hurts. But discover quickly when the hurting is BAD for you, and get out, before it kills you.

P.S. Love Consciously GG

Unintentional Moves

GDG

Puppy-tastic

The first time I saw the magic of their interest in one another I was inspired to watch from a distance as their love took flight. For some reason I felt the need to morph into some sort of fairy godmother and save her, (the damsel in distress) because she didn’t see it coming.

All I asked him to do was pass out some papers to the students in my 7th grade class. As I stood there in the front of the class waiting on him to complete this simple task, I noticed the way her eyes lit up, as he began to fidget ridiculously, and of course drop all of the papers on the floor. He was a smart boy, usually very inquisitive, and she, was a girl that hadn’t yet developed a sense of her natural abilities or charm. She too was smart, but seemed to be very dreamy. In other words, she visited another planet from time to time during class when she should have been focused on the words coming out of my mouth.

Today was no different than any other day. There she sat, daydreaming like always. She didn’t even see him when he bent to pick up the papers, the way he looked at the side of her thigh, and peer into her book bag to drop a small piece of paper inside. That’s when I ended the magical moment, and called his name, Claude, please finish passing out the papers and have a seat, today! Okay Ms. Benson" was all he could muster from his mouth, as he rose from the floor turning to look at me, and wink. O.M.G! This is how I know this young boy is not only smart, he is very clever. The way he interacts with the others in my classroom is far from the norm of the other boys his age. Let me explain this phenomenon further. Sometimes in education you occasionally get a kid in your class that has been kept back a grade or two, so consequently, he is a bit older than the others. This can become a problem for the others in the class, especially the girls. But, this was not the case for Claude. He was in his proper grade, but he was extremely more mature than the others. I’m figuring he has an older brother that he overhears and mimics, or he has a really flirtatious father. He is just too smooth for his age.

I watched and waited, as did Claude, for Ms. Dreamy to go into her book-bag, to see if she ever notices what he put inside. Just before the end of class, packing her things away, she pulls out the piece of paper, reads it, and just sits back down in her chair with a stunned look on her face. In my mind, I was saying, That’s it? That’s all she is going to do?" Then I thought to myself, maybe it wasn’t a love note, maybe it was bullying in its highest form. Fear overcame me, as I thought should I intervene or watch to see what happens next. Then suddenly the bell rang. I was left with no option but to watch. The students all left hurriedly, as Cecelia dragged behind. I followed her out to make sure all was okay. Aha, just as I had thought! My antenna was working fine. There stood Claude just outside the classroom, propped up against an adjacent wall. Cecelia went over to him. He spoke a few words to her as she looked down at the ground shaking her head. Finally she looked back up at him smiling, as they walked off together toward the cafeteria for lunch. How smooth he was!

The next day the energy in the classroom was high. Something was stirring, I could feel it. When you are in a classroom, you have to have a sixth sense. You have to keep your nose to the ground and be up on all the happenings in and outside your classroom. That is, if you want to keep things peaceful. There are just too many strange dynamics at work in a room full of nearly twenty-five students that you can’t afford one day of slacking. You have to stay on your toes, especially in middle school. This group in particular, their hormones are RAGING to the sixteenth power. ALWAYS!!! They are like little super-heroes trying to master their own particular set of values. (Their values, is their power. Succeeding, and failing at them, at different times in life.) Of course, Freud and Erikson would have a lot to say on this subject regarding what stage of life they are moving through, but who the hell has time to remember back to all of that stuff. Besides, they only told us about the stages, and I do remember the stages. What I don’t remember is what to do when it’s happening live.

Back to my point, my class was different this day, so I stood at the front of the class waiting on the bell and the gauntlet of the day to be laid down. Just then, in walked Cecilia. Suddenly the room grew oddly quiet. Cecelia was not one of the popular girls so she sat near the back where some of the other quiet girls listened and learned. As I watched the reaction of the other kids to her arrival, (which was normal) suddenly another rumbling began to take shape in the form of Claude’s arrival. The class instantly seemed to fall apart. Who was this little dynamo of a man, in my classroom, causing the stir? In he walked, greeting me as he had on so many occasions before. He and the boys he sat with in his crew, slapped open handed greetings, and then the rather tasteless merriment began. It was clear that something was up, so I watched and waited for if, and when, I might be needed to intervene. Class proceeded as normal.

A little later on in the class I placed the kids in groups of four to work on an assignment. Since I knew there was something going on with Claude and Cecelia, I placed them in different groups. About half way through the activity I watched Claude as he got up to go over to the group Cecelia was in. My first instinct was to tell him to return to his group, but I waited to see what would result. Claude approached Cecelia, whispered something in her ear, and she bent over to her book bag, reached inside and gave Claude a pencil. Oddly she never once looked up at him. I guess in a sense she didn’t need to, like clockwork Claude had worked his magic, effortlessly. Everyone worked feverishly to finish their work throughout the remaining class time. At the end, as usual Claude waited outside for Cecelia and they walked to the cafeteria slowly. It was the close of another day without incident.

Four weeks into their courtship, I noticed a few girls in the back of the room admiring something on Cecelia’s neck. I sauntered over casually to the back of the room, to eavesdrop on their conversation, and as I had figured, Claude was indeed behind the lovely trinket. For the first time ever, I observed Cecelia glancing over at Claude. The look the two of them gave each other as they locked eyes could have burned a whole through the heart of any skeptic of love. It was clear their love was genuine, and not to be faltered by anyone or anything. The bell rang, and as usual the kids fled the room. Since I had to go to the front office to speak to the principal, I passed by the cafeteria, hoping to get a glimpse of my students as I passed. Suddenly I noticed a couple kids gathered near the student locker area that’s off limits during lunch time. As I approached the left side, a couple kids fled so not to receive detention notices. Checking the opposite side for stragglers, I discovered Claude and Cecelia intertwined in a passionate embrace with their lips locked so tight together, I couldn’t tell one face from the other. It was clear that their relationship had evolved passed a platonic level. They were no doubt involved in that first stage of love, where everything is beautiful, before it gets stupid. The point where your feelings for another human being, outside of your family, takes hold of you and shakes you silly. I secretly hoped their love could stand the test of time, but I seriously doubted it.

Losing myself in their lip-lock, I couldn’t help but think back to a time when my husband and I, would have marathon kissing sessions. Those were the days. It’s funny how lips never seem to get tired from kissing. I think kissing is much more intimate than the actual act of sex. There are so many deceptions caught up in the act of sex. You’ve got fakers, manipulators, game-players, lazy folks, and yes down-right selfish folks. I won’t go off on that tangent, because that’s a whole new set of issues. My point is, good kissing is not just in the two people pressing their lips together, it’s in the feelings that rise up from within one, or both people when you close your eyes. There is no feeling in the world that compares to it. That’s the thing that messes people up in relationships. If you just didn’t close your eyes. You’d be okay if the relationship fails. When you close your eyes you fall into this place that seems lovely, but it is actually a dark abyss, where the difficulty lies in finding your way back to the top. Fortunately for us all though, the mind is an incredible thing. It warns you of impending doom. What do you think butterflies in your stomach, hunger pangs, sleepless nights, unpaid bills, and the countless other things that happen to you are for? They are there to say boldly; Snap out of it!

My first throat clearing did not break the lip lock, but the louder more firm one did the trick. The look on both of their faces was strange. Cecelia’s was of embarrassment and shame, but Claude’s was of a proud peacock. It’s amazing how the male attitude on sexual matters has not changed a bit. Why did she feel so much more embarrassment from the situation than he? They both had been found committing the same misconduct, so in essence both of them are technically guilty. I guess it’s time I have a talk with the girls in my class. I sent the two of them back to lunch with a firm warning about being in restricted areas. They complied and walked hand-in-hand back to the cafeteria.

I must say though, as an after-thought, it was kind of refreshing seeing how gentle and caring their relationship was. Claude quickly confessed that he had talked Cecelia into coming with him, because he could see she was on the verge of tears. Although, it wasn’t necessary for him to make the confession, because, I wasn’t going to take it any further than our conversation that day behind the lockers. It was clear that their relationship was something more special than the other drama-filled ones I had become accustomed to refereeing. For now, there was no major foul. They were just two love-struck teens, attached at the hip. No need to get parents involved, unless it progressed into more detrimental behaviors.

Watching their relationship grow into one of the purest forms of love was amazing. They would sit in the courtyard before and after school, and during lunch, talking the entire time. I often wondered what they talked about for the forty minute lunch they had together. It must have been pretty captivating, because none of their friends disturbed them, and neither did they