The way he touches her hair makes me envious. The way he kisses her lips makes me wish they were my lips. The way his hand brushes across her cheek makes me mad.
Why can’t I have him? I want him so bad.
His short dark hair, his athletic body that I know would sculpt to me so perfectly. If… if… he wasn’t with her! Her, the blonde bombshell of our school. The one that all girls try to be that they envy. With her perfect hair and her perfect teeth. Her perfect face that has never seen a bad day in her life.