I storm away from Emma before I do something reckless, something drastic, like pull her into the bathroom, lock the door, and take her right then and there. She looks incredible, even more beautiful with her new look. The way she dresses, her nose ring, her hair, god she did all this to shove it in my face what I had given up. I f!cked myself so bad by letting her get away. F!ck!
I head to my class and carry on with my day but not without watching her every move. Fortunately, we had a lot of classes together this year. I watched everything she did today. Every smile, every laugh, every movement she made with her pen or pencil and how she brought them to her mouth while thinking hard. I think she was doing things on purpose to me, to make me want her even more. Noah also had classes with u
