When he sees you kiss her, his heart constricts. He wishes he could smash his lips against that girls lips just so he can kiss the faint taste of you. It’s so wrong to think like that. But the thoughts come like a bullet, hard, fast, and inevitable.

He wishes he could have her bottle of perfume, to drown himself in it. So, maybe then, you’d give him a double take. Look at him for more than ten seconds. But, he knows that type of attention is the only attention you give to her.

Why? Why did he have to fall for a man who is so obviously obsessed with this girl — this girl who has long blonde hair and some how, a magic touch that he prays every night he’ll have. Just so that maybe you can want him just as much.

But life doesn’t work like that. No matter how hard he obsesses over this girl crush that this boy that he’s so in love with has. It’s pathetic.

“Yeah, bro. She’s so into me.” You brag in the locker room, to all the other boys, using slang he’s only just getting around too. He swallows, letting out a soft sigh.

“But, I don’t know.” You hum. “She’s kind of easy, though.”

Fuck it. (Also a new slang he likes saying)

He bangs the locker room door and whips around, “Should you really be talking about your girlfriend like that?” People could almost take as if Anubis wants your girlfriend. But nobody knows, is how much he wants you.