When our eyes met, I looked away. My mind drifted to him f*****g Valentina. I scoffed in annoyance. He is nothing but a Playboy. I don't even like him.
You don't even like him but you are drooling over him seconds ago.
A tiny voice spoke in my head. I thought it was Sabrina though. But it wasn't my wolf. It was my subconscious mind. I didn't drool over him. I was just looking at him. I saw some girls giggling and flaunting their bodies at him. Gross! w****s! I know he would f**k them just like how he had done to Valentina. But the thought of it makes me want to rip their hair off their scalp. I am not getting jealous at all. Do I look like I am getting jealous like this?
I am not going to lose my mind over him. He is distracting me already. The competition is just in seven days. I sh
