My Fucked Up Life.

I guess.

I guess he wasn't kidding when he told me she got to wear his jacket more than he did.

I remember walking with him.  He asked me to hold his jacket while he put his headphones away.
I hugged the jacket into my face and breathed in his scent.
He never wears cologne.
His natural scent was sweet and comforting
I started to jokingly walk off with his jacket

I heard noises of protest from behind me.
I turned back around and walked to him.
"You know,  you and her both."
I gave him a sideways look.
"Me and her what"

"She gets this jacket more than I do"

I immediately shoved it back into his hands.

I didn't want it anymore.

Not after I knew she had done the same thing.
The following week I saw her
In class. 
She walked in and I discretely stared at her.
Like always.
And noticed she was wearing something at least twice if not three times her size.
She walked across the room seeming out of place.
And I stared.
My mind raced to remember where I'd seen it.
Then another moment to process that it was his.
I sat in the corner and watched the beautiful girl walk across the room and writhed in jealousy.

I guess he was right when he said that to me.

She always got his jacket.

I guess...

More than I ever would.