I hate that sigh.
She should never sigh.
She should be smiling and laughing and happy, always.
I don’t like it when she’s sad, or unsure, or scared, orhurt.
Hurt like when her asshole ex-boyfriend broke her heart.
It was okay though, because I broke his face in return.
I should have stopped them from getting together in the first place, but with Gracie being a year younger than us, we were here while she was still a senior in high school.
That little fuckwit Max swooped in the minute we left town and were no longer there to keep the guys in line.
“I don’t know… Halloween is next week, so why is there a fancy-dress partythisweekend?”
“Uhm, because it’s fun?” another one of her friends adds and I roll my eyes, imagining Gracie doing the same.
She isn’t facing my direction today.
I don’t like it.
I want to see her face.
I want to see what she’s thinking.
I can always look into her eyes and see what she’s thinking.
We share a bond, her and I.
She just doesn’t know it.
“Fine,” she mutters, and I see her shrug.
Does she really want to go? Or is she just agreeing with them for the sake of it?
Turn around, love. Let me see into your eyes.
One of her friends claps, a mischievous grin twisting her lips.
I don’t know what she’s going to say, but I already know I’m going to hate it.
“We need to get you laid, G. It’s beenfartoo long.”
No.
Abso-fucking-lutely not.
Fuck. No.
It’s bad enough that I found out she lost her virginity to that asshole ex-boyfriend of hers, like hell am I going to let her give what’s mine to someone else again.
I may never have her for myself, but that doesn’t mean someone else should get to have her instead.
Over my dead fucking body.
I guess I’m just going to have to play interference.
