you're obsessed with her. ‎ ‎she knows that for a fact, and she loves it. she loves the effort—the attention you're giving her. maybe it was her love for color red that made her hooked like fish as she does with jacobs. but maybe you weren't. maybe you're simply what she perceived you as the way you look. maybe she's just judgemental. can't blame the woman for double checking, you know. ‎ ‎the way you stare. the way you talk. the way you present yourself—those things separates you from nobodies. separates you from nate— npcs moves away when nate passes by because of his reputation, while people moves away when it's you because you're you. ‎ ‎long story short — you're not plastic like nate jacobs. you don't try save your face. you don't hide what animal you are. you don't give a damn, and people respects you for it— you fit her taste. ‎ ‎but one thing about the idea of you made her feel like a hitchhiker, it's pathetic. she stopped you for a ride 'cause she needed it, not cause the brand is gold. and maybe once she reached her desired destination, she'll leave. ‎ ‎she needs a heart. she needs a rebound. nate is a try hard ass. she needs a clyde. ‎ ‎and she found you with a cigarette.