I studied till late. It was almost 5 in the damn morning. I looked at the date.
15th November, Wednesday.
Tomorrow was Juilet's birthday. Her official 21st birthday. God i didn't even realise how long I'd known her. It felt like she was still an immature 17 year old. She didn't change much did she? Still the same girl I knew years ago.
I put my phone aside, laying it face down o my desk. I shoved my glasses off my face and rubbed my eyes. God I hated my glasses, when I wore them in public girls couldn't seem to keep their eyes off me.
Whether it was cause they thought I was hot or the other way around, I didn't like having ten sets of bulbs piercing through my soul.
I stood up and let myself fall back on my grey bed. Fuck my head hurt. If I was as immature as Juliet I'd be drinking myself unconscious right now.
Fuck me and my thoughts of her. Why did she suddenly become the center of every damn thought in my head?
It was showing me signs I turned down immediately, she was three years younger, not to mention my sister's best friend. God and I live near my ex.
If something where to happen, I highly doubt it, but theoretically, if my ex saw she'd tear Juliet apart. My ex, Channel, was not a girl to mess with. Rich father, spoiled, egotistical.
I curse myself for not realizing how toxic she was to me before, five goddamn years wasted on a bitch that wanted my money.
I'd sworn myself to success ever since. My conclusion was that a relationship would get me no where. A good hook up once in a while won't hurt and me and relationships did not go. Not after Channel.
My head was clouded with contemplation till I felt drowsy, my eyelids felt heavy, everything went black.
