God, she’s f*****g perfect. I spent the first year hating her because I wanted her so bad and knew I couldn’t have her. Then I did, and it made things even worse. My hatred grew for her every time I heard someone say her name. She was f*****g everywhere. My home. My school. She walked into my life and turned it all upside down.
It’s not like we’ve f****d every day for the past six years. There were times when we’d go months without so much as a hello when we crossed paths in the halls at home.
That first year when I was at Barrington and she was still living with her mom and my dad was excruciating. I imagined her f*****g all those high school guys. It was like taking away a child’s favorite toy. I still had eyes and ears at the school for me, but it was different. I couldn’t physically
