What is his problem? This stupid boy hates me. And he must hate my girlfriend, even though they are best friends. Who does that? I stare at his puppy dog eyes and sweet smile. Disgusting.
Why does my girlfriend have to be best friends with two boys?
I wish I could have Cassia all to myself. I know that they don't quite like me. Well, Garrett is alright but stupid Max is possibly the most irritating person on the planet. Cassia can always use my help and of course, I want to help my girlfriend. Wouldn't I be such a bad boyfriend if I left her to be independent? Independence is the epitome of being single, and what I'm trying to have with Cassia is the opposite of that. But then I have to deal with them. Two of them.
I guess Garrett isn't bad. But his narcissistic nature takes up all of Cassia's attention and as her boyfriend, I think I deserve just as much if not more attention. Plus, his relentless crush on Max is annoyingly constant. He's always gushing to Cassia about how Max smiled at him that day, or how Max is ignoring him, or how Max is spending more time with Cassia than he is with him. Then she is so emotionally unavailable that she never shares her feelings or has time to listen to mine. He may be nice but it feels like he's stealing Cassia from her.
Speaking of nice, we have Max Peterson on the other end of the spectrum. I don't understand how Cassia thinks he is nice. Sure, he smiles at everyone, holds doors open, waits for you, holds your hand when you're scared, you get the picture. But in my mind, as Cassia's boyfriend, I think that he's not nice. With his charming personality, all those actions just seem like flirting. So to me, he's constantly flirting with my girlfriend. He's always had her wrapped around his fine Except he's flirting with everyone and anyone. He stares at me then looks at Cassia. Back, forth, back, forth. Ugh.
"What is your problem?" I ask, this time, out loud.
His eyes narrow. "I just think that Cassia deserves a little independence. She looks completely fine on her own." He jokes. Or... I think it's a joke. Maybe he's not so goddamn nice. "You don't always need to be at her side."
I bite my tongue angrily. "Why do you care?"
He smiles so kindly -too kindly. "I'm her friend."
"And I'm her boyfriend."
He laughs, only confusing me more. "Exactly," He quipped. "You're her boyfriend. I've seen many of your kind hurt Cassia. You know, I just don't want her to get hurt. So remember, you're not her first boyfriend and you definitely won't be her last. Sometimes, she doesn't need your incessant help. It's possible that sometimes she won't need you." He's practically whispering by the end. As if the meaner his words get, the more fearful he is to say them.
I fume at his words. "As if Cassia doesn't need me -Cassia loves me." I spit out angrily.
He laughs again. "Come on Jacob,"
"Jake." I correct.
"I'm just kidding! Of course, she needs you. And yes, she loves you." He smiles and I ease up a little. It's just Max. Max is nice. Max is so goddamn nice. "But when did she actually say that?" I hear faintly.
"What did you say?" I question quietly.
"I didn't say anything!" He says quickly, almost too quickly. "I didn't say anything, Jake." He repeats, slower with more control.
I know you said something. I glare. "Drop the niceties, I heard you."
