I almost broke the door to my room. I smashed it open and yelled. I pushed anything I could get my hands on, on the ground. Covers, mirrors, clocks, pictures, anything. This angst wasn't to anybody but me.
Why did I have to go around and fall for a stupid human girl? What made her so special to me? I've seen hundreds of women, all who wanted me, and here I go choosing the one who's most difficult to get. Well it was my fault, but that's beyond the point. My mind was racing, but it only said one word, but it was enough to make my head throb.
Blake.
That's all it took because the moment I envisioned her face I was powerless. The first girl I ever fall in love with and I have to go make a complete jerk of myself and drive her away. Its better this way, I just know it, but that doesn't mean
