Is there anything worse than being with Jesse?

Seriously, how can a man be so confusing, immature, proud and indecisive at the same damn time?!

What makes it worse is that he's also on and off with another girl. As if things weren't complicated enough. If he's not with you, he's with Dina—that's her name and It's practically burned into your brain. Her stupidly beautiful face, the freckles that felt like constellations you were forced into memorising, her brown eyes, her smile, her frown, her teary eyes, she's impossible to forget and it makes it even more insufferable.

Sometimes you can smell her perfume on his pillows, sometimes she can't find her favorite shirt to steal from his closet because you stole it first, sometimes you can notice how he changes his sense of humor and vocabulary after a week or so, sometimes she finds your stuff in his bathroom. And every single time he kisses her she knows that is exactly how he kisses you too.

It's like you can feel her presence every time you're with him, and so does she.

Any time of intimacy with this man ends up with her on your mind, and it's not even about him anymore. She might as well be there in bed with you instead.

Almost like two ghosts that instead of hunting the alive decided that their mission was to hunt each other.

Who knows when you two started fighting with each other like highschoolers over the popular boy in class, acting like he's worth hating each other for, but it's getting old.

Talking wasn't an option at first, the feelings against each other were too strong and poisonous…. until you finally decided y'all are too grown for this shit, to be fighting over a man, to be mad at her for his irresponsibility.

She can have him, you know how to share after all.

Or maybe he should learn how to share.

“Girl, I don't know how you put up with him that long either—he's very, very insecure.” Dina confessed as you two walked around the city, milkshakes in hand.

“I mean, seriously, too clingy.” she snorts a laugh, shaking her head before looking at you, free hand fixing a piece of your hair that was messier than the rest before going back to being arm around arm.

Huh, this is way more fun than fighting over a boy.