How did I not expect Derek to punch me? Actually, I did. I studied the way he was standing. The was that he looked at me. Every fiber in my body told me what he was gonna do. I saw myself lunging at him. I saw myself punching him in the nose after he told me not to talk to you.
Are you a fan of horror? Out of everything I know about you, I can't believe I don't know that. But, if you are.
You'd love a look into my thoughts about him.
I think I'm gonna have a bruise. Every time I think about it I don't know, I feel stronger. Like I can take him on. But when my fight or flight kicks in and it tells me to fight, I for myself to flee. I'm such a pussy, huh? You probably would have said yes anyways, so why dies it matter? You aren't the little artist girl I remember.
