After we ate, we had yet another mind-blowing make-out session. As always, Frankie stopped us just before we had intercourse, much to my dismay. Even if I understand his reasoning, sometimes I feel like he doesn’t want me, and other times I feel like a bad influence trying to get him to cave to peer pressure.
This week has been challenging. I told Frankie about my leaving, and then I told Jonas, Charity, and Silvie. Jonas still isn’t speaking to me. Silvie cried, but she understood why. Charity—well, she gave me a black eye. That was really unpleasant for a few days, but I suppose I deserved the reaction. I'm not saying I deserved a black eye, but this is Charity we are talking about, and she’s the physical type.
The friend group decided to meet at K&T for macchiatos, so I am walking th
