Obsessed

ninteen | date night II

June

I knew what she wanted to be. It was clear as day, from her written assignments I'd occasionally look at. She's a gifted writer, and is bound to go far.

"Well, I was thinking of becoming an author, I just don't know how to get out there ya know? I have some books drafted and even some I completed years ago. I just need the means and the people to help my name get recognized. I was even thinking about submitting one of my short stories to the New York Times but I'm not sure anymore."

"Do it, it won't hurt."

"I know it's just the submission fee is more than five hundred dollars I think you already know that I'm not exactly rich."

"If you need the money, just ask."

"Ask who?"

"Me, who else?"

"You're not my boyfriend or even remotely close to me for me to do that June."

Ouch

"Does it matter? I'm a nepo baby, I have connections, and as an apology, I'd be happy to compensate your financial burdens."

If only she knew how much I provide for her, five hundred dollars is nothing. I have a literal trust fund and make well over a million dollars a month while still being in college. It's funny that she thinks my relationship with her matters, I'm literally offering her free cash and she's declining it. My girl needs to be studied.

"I'm not a charity case."

"I know you aren't."

"So stop acting like I am."

"I'm not, I know you need money, and I'm willing to give it to you. You're going to stop your dreams over some stupid fee? You have me, stop trying to be so humble and just take whatever I give you Lya."

"Next topic." She goes back to painting on her canvas and I roll my eyes.

Stubborn like always, we match so perfectly.

"What about you then, do you have any struggles in your life, ya know, other than money?" I question. She looks at me with a raised brow, and an expression that reads 'that ain't your business'.

"Uhh...Nope not really. I don't have a marriage contract with some mentally deranged person. The only issue I have, or I guess had, was you." She honestly admits.

I should feel like an asshole but I don't. To some extent I regret all the things I've done, but the past is the past and we were now here, on a date. So does the past truly matter? She's given me a chance and that's what's most important.

"I know I was bothersome, and I apologize, I mean I even try giving you space, if you haven't noticed, I'm not as clingy anymore."

While that is true, it doesn't mean I don't have my trackers on her. If she thinks me giving her physical space was a non-negotiable , I will do it, but it comes at a cost.

"I guess that is true, I have seen some improvements. But, I'm not sure, there's still something very possessive about you. All I'm saying is that you were the cause of my misery, and I really hope you'll stick through with this, reform if you call it."