High Buns, Suitcases and Cigars

High Buns Suitcases and Cigars | 23

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Sawyer. Of all fucking people. Why him?

She didn't need to be around him. Not after all the shit I've seen him do in high school. If she went with him, there was no gurantee that she would come back alive.

I looked back at her occasionally. She was biting her lower lip, eyes cast downward. She looked pissed.

My eyes lingered onto her slightly red, swollen lips.

Her lips. The warmth. Softness. I wanted to kiss her again so bad.

No! You have Gwen for that!

We arrived to the house. I wondered if she was still sleeping outside?

Crossing my arms, I faced her. "Are you still sleeping outside?" My voice was devoid of emotion.

"Yes."

I rolled my eyes. Why the hell was she being so stubborn?

"Your being fucking ridicoulous!" I said. I didn't want her to sleep outside. Anything could happen to her. And I couldn't live with myself if she got hurt.

She sighed softly. "Whatever. I don't care. Just... just go." She muttered quietly.

She looked defeated. Tired. Tired of the constant arguing she did with me. I bit my lip. Should I say something? Plead? Be an asshole?

I decided to leave her alone. She didn't want me here. Maybe I should let her go.

I gritted my teeth, frustrated. I barely knew her for gods sake! Why the hell was I feeling like this?

This feeling of... of....

love.

No.. not that. Compassion. Desire. The need to have her with me and by my side. What the hell is happening to me? No girl has made me feel this way before. Why her?

Shaking my head to get rid of her, I got ready for my night with Gwen.

But I was starting to have second thoughts on asking Gwen to stay here with me.

It didn't feel right.

Because I wanted Marnie.

Author'e Note: In so much pain :( My head is killing me. Luckily i have teen wolf and a bowl of ice cream :) to the right is sawyer :)