She wants me, or so she says. Sometimes.
Me, I can't quite believe it. Nobody's ever thought I was attractive. I'm one of those people who is the right body size but just doesn't have a great face. My boobs are a B cup, for crying out loud!
She's bi, and always has at least one S.O. at any given moment. That having been said, she can sometimes be a bit of a bitch, but can't we all? Now she has like C cups and a grade A ass and a cute face. Why can't I look like that?
"Not now, Kat," she says imperiously when I approach her, and of course I leave her alone, but it hasn't escaped my notice that she wants me when there's no one else around, but not the rest of the time.
Later that night she's all smiles and kisses and tenderness. As we lie tangled together in my bed afterwards, it strikes me how one-sided our sex life is, always me pleasing her, rarely the other way around. Suddenly I want to throw her out of my room, naked, into the hallway, and never speak to her again. But then she kisses me and my resolve melts away.
The next day, though, she completely ignores me. It's as if I don't exist anymore. I start closing my door and not opening it when she knocks. If she can do the silent treatment, then so can I. I text her with the explanation for my actions, not really expecting an answer, but still hoping for one deep down inside.
The next day she has a new girlfriend, one who she's showing off all over campus. Our eyes meet accidentally across the cafeteria, and she smirks, her red lips forming a perfect pout. I nod once and get on with my life.
