Obsessed

two | tank

June

The seat in front of me was empty, just the way I liked it. She sat to the left of it as she scribbled words from the current lecture in her notebook.

Most if not all our classes were shared together, it allowed me to enjoy her company from afar, even if she wasn't exactly fond of it. Then again, I don't care.

She wore a red tank with dark blue jeans and her signature pair of black converse. I questioned her choice of attire today, considering she was always dressed in hoodies and sweaters. The tank was scandalous and I'd have to lecture her on that later.

Nobody should be seeing my assets.

"If you're going to stare, don't make it oblivious." Mo chuckles, he out of all people should be the last one to talk.

"Take that advice when you're eyeing Mason." I snap back.

He jokingly glares at me before lightly hitting my bicep. He's pussy whipped by a girl who has a boy name. Don't get me wrong, I support their relationship a thousand percent. I even often found myself growing jealous of them, not that I'd admit it to his face. I'm certain one day I'll be like that with her.

As long as I clean up the mess I've made.

It doesn't take long for the professer to end his lecture, this is a Gen Ed discussion class with around 30 students, I somewhat enjoyed it, mostly because I had her in here. Other than that, it wasn't a necessary class.

I stare at her packing to leave, she's in such a hurry, yet where to? She didn't have another class until twelve and it was nine. I take a mental note of getting a tracker on her before my thoughts are disrupted by a pen drop. It's her again, of course, my girl has always been clumsy.

She picks it up in a hurry and locks eyes with me for a good two seconds before she turns around just as fast and practically flies out the door.

One day. One day she won't act this way anymore. I just have to start planning on how I'm gonna make sure it happens.

"The girl can't even be around you without getting the heebie jeebies." Mo taunts.

I'm very close to punching him in the face. My best friend, out of all people, knows how I feel about Lya, for some reason he finds the confidence to make jokes about my very complex relationship with her. Yes we joke, but today I'm not in the mood, not when her boobs are out and the tank is showing her pierced belly button.

When the fuck did she get her belly button pierced?

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"You know, I didn't take you for a whore, but the way you've become so audacious really makes me think otherwise." I state.

My gaze on her is hard, I know she feels it, yet continues to ignore me as she stuffs whatever items she has in a locker.

I don't take these things lightly. I slam on the metal to get her attention, disregarding by-passers who mumble uselessness before us. Her brown orbs make contact with mine, she's scared of me and I don't know whether I like that or not.

"E-everything I do is whorish to you." She sighs softly. Lya is completely and utterly wrong, I don't call her that 24/7. It's when she wears revealing clothes like this, or speaks to random boys for a mere second, that's the only time she is exuding behaviors of a whore. I can't have my girl doing whatever she pleases, I need to approve of her actions before she pursues them. Without order there is chaos. Men are the head, the leaders, so I take charge and she has to follow. If she just listened to me we wouldn't be here now would we?

"I don't see why you need your boobs to spill out of that poor excuse of what you perceive as a shirt for the entire campus to see."

She isn't facing me but I can tell from the frown on her face that she doesn't want to have this conversation.

Once again, I could care less.

"I don't know who or what you're trying to impress but dressing like a slut won't accomplish anything."

Before departing I give her the hoodie I found in my car, I don't know how long it's been there, but by its signature scent, everyone will know that what's mine is on mine.

I expect the next time I see her to be walking around in an oversized Nike hoodie. Lya is submissive and knows better than to disobey me.

If not...Well she knows the drill.