Tavian
This was supposed to be simple. Sit somewhere else, distract myself with a pretty face, and remind myself that Dahlia didn't mean anything. That feeling I felt was nothing. Just lust a some twisted fascination with the girl I was supposed to hate.
The brunette looked shocked when I sat next to her. She giggled at everything I said, even the things that weren't remotely funny. I wasn't listening. I was trying all I could to ignore Dahlia's existence.
When she pulled to the hallway, and said those things to me, I hated it. I hated that she believed whatever I did was to get her attention. Did she really think she mattered?
But there was a lot of truth to it as much as I hated to admit it. The problem wasn't that she mattered, it was that power she thought she had over me. From the looks of things, she knew exactly what she was doing. Or was it all just in my head?
