7
Willow
I did not want him to walk me home again. He let some guy out of a ticket but he gave me one. What the hell? If he knew who I was and gave me a ticket on purpose, why was he spending time with me?
“Am I a joke to you? A bet? Something like that?” I asked, whirling on him on the sidewalk.
He stopped quickly, almost running into me when I stopped. He shook his head. “You really think I’d do something like that?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know you. I don’t know anything about you. We had s*x once, and we kissed, and we’ve never had a conversation. How do I know that’s not exactly who you are?”
He shook his head and took a step back. “I’m not like that, Willow. I like you. You challenge me, and you confuse me. You make me want to do new things and give people a chance. I don’t know y
