She pulls her arm from my gip and leaves the room, leaving me to stand there confused, heartbroken, and so fucking lost. She’s in love with me. She loves me.She’s in fucking love with me.
God, how could I be so stupid?She's never said anything. My brain just let me think all the flirting and the looks she gave me were because she liked girls. I was open with my body, so it’s hard not to look.
Oh, god.When she watched me play with myself. She touched herself too.How was I so blind?I just acted like it was no big deal.
“I really am fucking stupid,” I say to myself and run my hands down my face. I’m pissed... at myself. And now I wanna kill someone. Unfortunately, that won't fix this problem.
My mind is too fucked-up right now to get any work done, so I head up to my apartment, needing to do a lot of thinking.
Locking the door behind me, I toss my keys onto the counter and start rummaging through the fridge. I take out a can of pop, open it, and tip my head back, taking a nice, healthy drink.
When my head levels out, I look forward and my eyes meet his, huddled into the corner like a scared little mouse. “Fuck.” I whisper. Sam.How the hell did I manage to forget about him?