I made my excuses immediately after lunch and escaped to the home office to take account of myself because what the f**k was that? I'd seen her looking at Wolf, and though I can't say there was any romantic interest in her gaze, it still pissed me off. It's juvenile and stupid and nothing at all like me. I refuse to accept that I have any interest in her. For one, she's too young and for another, just no, f**k no. Why does it feel like I've given myself this little pep-talk before?
Doesn't matter; s**t's not going anywhere. I won't let it. So, why can't you stop thinking about her every other second? Shut the f**k up. Of course, I'm thinking about her; she's smack dab in the middle of this s**t. Which is what I should be thinking about right now instead of this high school bullshit.
I pu
