His Obsession

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It's not flattering to be wanted by someone...

                                                                                who wants everyone.

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I'm not gonna fall for this manwhore

I'm not gonna fall for this manwhore

I'm not gonna fall for this manwhore

I had been repeating this mantra ever since the thought of falling for him crossed my mind, which was just plain ridiculous. Why would I fall in love with this guy? And that too so fast? I'm not even sure If I like him. Falling for him would be the last thing I'd want to do, If I wanted to experience heartache and misery, then sure, But I'm not like those women who do no strings attached shit.

If I sleep with you once, I'm definitely gonna fall in love with you and I'd want to be in a serious relationship with you. I don't do fooling around, But now, Looking over at Evan, as he devours his pepperoni pizza and still manages to look so devastatingly, unworldly sexy, his jaw clenching and looking more sharper by each bite of his pizza, he looks like every woman's wet dream. As Jen would say, ''Sex on a stick.''

I know he screams heartbreaker, but the way he looks over at me every few seconds and keeps asking me whether I'm satisfied or not with the food, or If I'd like anything else, makes me melt internally and I know behind all that hard exterior and scary scowls, there is a caring, attentive man beneath and that's who I'm afraid of falling for.

My mom always used to tell me, ''You have to accept a person who might have a dark and scary past because life isn't always filled with goodness and brightness. There's darkness too in every human being so, learn to accept and love it.''

I just have this feeling that If he and I were to get together, he wouldn't make it a day with me before I find him getting frisky in bed with a leggy blonde, who'd have boobs the size of a watermelon and huge lips that would put Kylie Jenner lips to shame and- I can honestly imagine with one cause he looks like he eats blonds for breakfast, lunch and maybe dinner- I know he'll break more than just my heart and I won't be able to survive it, besi-

''How's your pasta?'' Evan asks me, for the umpteenth time, breaking me out of my train of thoughts which were turning depressing now.

''Evan, It's good. Really good. And by the number of times you've asked me, I think you wanna try it, So,'' I lift my fork full of pasta up to him, ''Try it.''

''You would really share it?'' He asks, eyeing the fork full of pasta with interest.

''Why wouldn't I?''

''The way you were eating it, didn't seem like you'd want to.'' His words make heat crawl up my chest and onto my cheeks, which feel very, very hot. 

He leans forward and takes the fork into his mouth and with a mouthful he says, ''I think your blush might've warmed the pasta too.''

I gasp, Then, ''Evan!,'' ball up a piece of tissue and throw it at him which, surprisingly, hits him square on the forehead. I sit there, stunned for a moment, before I burst out laughing and when I see the absolute shock on his face, It adds fuel to my laughter and I double over, hoping the action would somewhat help me calm down, ''Your face!'' I gasp in between my fits of laughter, ''You should've seen your face!''

''Damn, who knew you had such a good throw.'' He shakes his head, as If he couldn't believe a girl could have such a good aim, even though I wasn't aiming. It was a lucky shot.