Beca

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I've been tossing and turning for hours now, godammit. I don't know what to think. I mean, I would say I had a crush on her if she wasn't the leader of the most dangerous gang in New York City, for fuck's sake.

I've never been attracted to a 'bad' guy or girl before... My last boyfriend, Jesse, was the sweetest guy you'd ever meet. I only dumped him because I realised I was gay.

It's almost 5am now. The last time I was up this late I was marathonning Orange is the New Black on Netflix... But that's not important. 

I can't stop thinking about her. Literally. Whenever I close my eyes I see her face, and when I open them I feel her hands grip my shoulders. Fuck, that sounds so cliché. Whatever.

 I need to stop. She's never going to feel the way I do, whatever that is. And it's not like I'm ever going to see her again, right?

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