everything inside me wanted to do the total opposite. What I wanted to do was pull her into my arms and tell her how sorry I am for the way I’ve treated her. How much I’ve missed not having her around. But I couldn’t do it. I’m no good for her. She deserves so much more than I could ever give her. We can never be together. She needs to move on. And so do I.
That thought makes my chest ache. I don’t want to move on, and I sure as fuck don’t want her to. My mind is so screwed up. All because of her and her damn sweet-cheeks. Why does she have to be so irresistible?
Women. Life was so much simpler before she came along.
I haven’t even fucked another girl since being with her. I just can’t seem to go through with it. Don’t get me wrong, I tried everything to help forget her. About a week after I’d walked out on her, I was still pining for her. I was a miserable prick. Even Pops noticed. I never told him why though.
Instead, I brought a girl home. I’m not sure why but I felt guilty, like I was cheating on Angel. Dumb I know. You can’t cheat on someone who’s not yours to begin with. Well anyway, I couldn’t get it up that day. First time that’s ever happened. That’s when I realised I was fucked. Well and truly screwed.
I ended up making this chick suck me off. The worst part is I had to close my eyes and pretend it was Angel, just so I could blow.
Sweet-cheeks has ruined me. I’m not happy about that one bit. I can’t have her and she’s ruined me for all the others. Fucking great.
I’ll admit it was a relief to see her back in Melbourne just now. I was worried when I got word she’d gone to the airport a week ago, that she’d never come back. I couldn’t bear that. I’ve been going out of my mind all week.
Even though I’ve been avoiding her every chance I get, I’ve been keeping tabs on her. I have a few of Pops’ guys from the club keeping an eye out. I hate the thought of her being in that big house all alone. Sure, she lives on the rich side of town, but that doesn’t make her safe.
It also gave me a chance to see what she’s been up to. I’m thankful there’s been no one else since me. I know I can’t have her, but the thought of anyone else touching what’s mine, does my fucking head in. Even the thought that someone has already touched her before I did is bad enough. I know it’s selfish. Maybe I get that part from my fucked up mother. Who knows?
But I can say this, I can’t even fathom the thought of another man’s hands on my sweet-cheeks. The very thought makes me crazy. If I can help it, that will never fucking happen.
CHAPTER FOUR
Angel
It’s been a week since I ran into Chase at the bottle shop. I’ve seen him around here and there, but he continues to act like I don’t exist. I try not to let it get me down. Onwards and upwards is my new motto. I refuse to shed one more tear over him.
I called into Dana’s coffee shop on the way to school today. My usual morning vanilla chai latte and a pep talk from my best friend, is always a good way to start the day.
Now that she knows what went on between Chase and I, she’s been so supportive. I wish I hadn’t left it so long to confide in her. She was furious at the way he had treated me. “I’m gonna kick that fucker’s arse if I ever see him in the street,” she said with all seriousness. It made me burst out laughing. I wouldn’t put it past her. She’s very protective of the people she cares about.
I made her promise not to mention it if she ever did run into him. If you get on the wrong side of her, be prepared to deal with her temper. I hope I’m never on the receiving end of it, I can tell you.
Chase has transferred out of a couple of our classes we shared, but he’s still in a few. The seat next to mine that used to be occupied by him when we were friends remains empty. He now sits on the other side of the room. The furthest away from me he can get. Arsehole. I’ve caught him