I stare at thr beautiful face before me. The way her body curves, the way her hair falls into her face. I don't know why she's waisting her time on this one guy, when she could have so many others.
"What the hell we're you doing?"
Stacy practically screeched. It's cute the way she does that. She always worries so much.
"I'm sorry."
It makes me mad that I'm the reason why she can't be happy.
She has to constantly worry about me, when she's got her own prissy little life to live. She hugs me tighter, not letting me go.
I inhale her scent. She smells amazing. I don't even know why these things always go through my mind when I'm with her.
"I heard about what happened in the bathroom. I'm really sorry." Stacy says. She backs up, letting go of me, and towers over me.
"It's whatever..." I say, my voice cracking.
"It's really not 'whatever', Amelia. Because you apparently don't think it's whatever."
She gestures to my arm. A small smile comes over my face.
"You know me too well."
"It's pretty obvious."
Her hands fly to her hips and she scrunches her nose.
"Come on, let's go get you cleaned up."
I don't deserve someone like her.
