CASSIUS'S POINT OF VIEW.
Yesterday when I came to school, the hope that I won’t see him was huge, and the disappointment when I saw that he didn’t come, was f*****g catastrophic.
I’m officially declaring myself a lost, crazy case.
I spent all day hoping he’ll enter the classroom, wearing his damn leather jacket, walking in his nonchalant and f*****g sexy way of his to the front row, leaning back in his chair, and eye-f**k me shamelessly, but he never came.
Maybe he got what he wanted and now he avoids me. Maybe he’s going to other teachers’ classes now and trying to… Holy f**k, I’m going crazy.
I wanted this, right? To leave me alone, to stay away, so why the f**k do I have the feeling that I’ll throw up any second and my heart feels like it’s being squeezed so hard that it leaves me
