I never trust a narcissist But they love me So I play 'em like a violin And I make it look oh so easy 'Cause for every lie I tell them They tell me threeThis is how the world works Now all he thinks about is me
I can feel the flames on my skin Crimson red paint on my lips If a man talks shit, then I owe him nothing I don't regret it one bit, 'cause he had it coming
They say I did something bad Then why's it feel so good? They say I did something bad But why's it feel so good? Most fun I ever had And I'd do it over and over and over again if I could It just felt so good, good
- Taylor Swift, I Did Something Bad
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James was enveloped in Augustine. His foot on the brakes, his hands in her hair, and hers in his. They were kissing, kissing, kissing, without a care in the world, stopped at a traffic light with no perception of time or red and green lights.
Despite what James felt with Augustine, and the way she kissed so much better than anyone he'd ever kissed before, James couldn't help a feeling of déjà vu wash over him. Kissing in his car, stopped at a streetlight, with Betty. Betty, betty, betty. Augustine was great, but he couldn't help thinking of Betty every time he kissed her, and couldn't help the pangs of guilt he felt when lying to Augustine, when lying to Betty, when thinking that revenge might not be such a good idea.
But once he had started, he couldn't stop. Betty - his love - needed to pay.
Honk! James jumped, slamming his foot on the accelerator as resounding honks sounded around him, notifying him that the lights had turned green - and probably had been for quite some time.
Augustine let go of him, her disappointed face sparking something inside James that he could only describe as pride. She wanted him. Someone actually wanted James. And James didn't want her.
"James! You missed it!"
James snapped to focus again and did a sharp illegal u-turn to a small car park. It was a Sunday morning and Augustine had asked James to come with her to her weekly church services. James, not being very religious, offered to drive her, but was adamant on going home afterwards. After all, he couldn't avoid home - or Betty - forever.
"See you," He said as Augustine got out of the car, pulling her close to him for a long kiss that she shook off after a few seconds.
"Sorry, James." She said, looking embarrassed. "Ma - The pastor will see me. It's not very good form, and I want to keep on his good side, so..."
