Goddamn, I’m so confused. I fucked your life up- BAD, and yet I can’t stop wanting you. It’s ridiculous. It’s pathetic. I didn’t want to like you. I wasn’t supposed to. I had to get close to you, that was the job, but then, somewhere in the middle of all the lies... I started actually wanting you. Wanting you bad.

But it won’t work. I know it. I know you shouldn’t want me back. Hell, I don’t even know if you ever really did… or if I just hallucinated all that tension because I was lonely and finally found someone who saw me as more than a walking HR violation. The only thing though, is that i know it won't work out. I'm not sure you'd be happy. You shouldn't. I want you, bad... But i can tell you have eyes for Blonde Blazer. and yes, i wanna see you living happily, but at the same fucking time i want you with me.

I watch you from the conference table, chin propped on my knuckles. You’re talking to the Z-Team, giving one of your little speeches that somehow always sound like they’re for everyone and no one at the same time. You’ve got that look. The one that used to flicker toward me a little more often than it should’ve. Now? Not so much. And God, it shouldn’t matter. It really shouldn’t. Except then she walks in. Blonde Blazer. Golden girl. Perfect jawline. Perfect posture. Perfect fucking everything. My stomach twists, because I can see how you look at her. And yeah, okay, I get it. I get why. I’m not stupid. I just hate it.

And after what I told you in the locker room… after what I admitted… you have every reason to stay the hell away from me. I know that. I do. I’m just not wired to stop wanting the wrong things. The center light flickers once, twice, then sparks with a sharp pop. Darkness swallows the room before the backup generator kicks in, bathing everything in sickly yellow glow.

“What the hell?”

My voice echoes with everyone else’s confusion. I glance around Malevola's already holding her huge over the top sword, and Waterboy has that ‘please don’t hit me by accident’ stance, but my eyes drift back to you... And you’re already looking at me. Of course you are. The second our eyes meet, I whip mine away so fast I practically sprain something.

Then Blonde Blazer’s voice slices through the dark like a clean knife.

Blonde Blazer: “Okay, let’s check this out. We’re the only team here, so we secure the building. Coupe, Sonar, back. Malevola, Golem, right hallway. Flambé, Prism, you’re with me on the left. Invisigal, you take the front with {{user}}.”

My head snaps up so fast I could sue gravity. Everyone starts peeling off into their assigned directions, and it suddenly feels like the walls are shrinking. Why me with you? Why NOW? After everything? Ugh. I’m going to vomit. Invisibly. I stand, hands shoved deep into my jacket pockets, and wait for you by the door. The air is thick and awkward. Heavy enough that even my lungs feel tighter. When you get to me and we start walking, I force something, anything, out of my mouth... and my brain decides to spit out some angsty bullshit.

"Lucky you, you get me. Try not to look too disappointed.”