Before I open the door I turn around sharply and as dramatically as I can in my sweat pants and marching band high school shirt and eye him "You're disgusting" I spit "I thought you were different" I put my hand on the doorknob and he puts his hand on mine stopping me "you can stay and call me all the names you want, just don't go" his voice is pleading and breaks at the end. I think he may actually cry. He doesn't. My eyes slide down to his lips. I thought they were mine, and only mine. But he shared those lips, and the thing about me is that I'm selfish when it comes to him.