Daxon
It'd been over a week since I'd last spoken to her. I had no reason to be pissed; she was right, she's got a boyfriend and I should respect that. But I couldn't help but be a little distant. I was struggling enough with keeping something so big from her, living next to her, and stupidly being attracted to her. In an attempt to make myself feel better about the situation, I tried to convince myself that I was so unbelievably into her because I couldn't have her. She's untouchable.
But that wasn't stopping me for whatever reason.
Every time I was near her, my self control withered away almost instantaneously. My usual resolved nature became something animalistic and territorial whenever I saw her near that skinny little blonde of a boyfriend. Being the honest person that I am, I am
