Okay, so here’s the thing: I’ve officially lost it. I mean, I am a sitting here, planning my possible death, and for what? To erase the memory of a kiss? A stupid, insignificant, totally meaningless kiss from my fake boyfriend. Yes, I said fake. As in not real. As in not something I should be losing sleep over.
But let me tell you something about that kiss – it's like a song that hovers in your mind after listening to it and you did not even like it, to begin with. You hum it, you think about it, and before you know it, you are Googling the lyrics at 2 a.m. Except, in this case, it's not a catchy tune – It's Jasper's stupid perfect lips and the manner in which he looked at me like… ugh. Nope. Not doing this.
So, what's a girl got to do when her brain won't cooperate? Distraction. Big
