Why would I ever want to be his? I am not this person. A person who feels, and is overwhelmed by emotions. He is testing me, teasing me. I will not be made a fool of. I have always been the girl whom gets picked last, the girl who is always fighting rumors that haunt me in the small town in which i live. This man will not cause me to lose my strength. He thinks I have no idea what he is doing. I know that this must be a joke, a sick game. Flirting with me, chasing after me while his men stand by snickering. No one has ever been attracted to me, I haven't had my first kiss. Which is embarrassing enough, not helped by the fact that I am 18. I am not your average beauty. I have curves, which I hide behind black, baggy clothes. I wear too much eyeliner and have a permanent resting b*!*h face. I have tried all through high school and after to make people afraid of me, so I wouldn't have to deal with the drama. Well, he wants to play, I will play his twisted game. In the end, he will be the one that gets played. I hate you, River Trey. I really do.