I sat in the back of my car, sunglasses on my face as I watched everyone walk around me. It was the same shit almost every day, being surrounded by people I didn't like nor want to be around but of course, in a crowd of people that constantly got on my nerves, was you.

I watched you closely, the way your top hugged your figure and how your low-rise jean skirt brushed against the back of your thighs whenever you walked drove me wild. Then, the view was ruined when your boyfriend, who was the stereotypical jock, came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, and pulled you close to him.

I watched in disgust as he put his hands on you, my girl, whether you didn't know it or realize it yet. You were mine and it pissed me off that this asshole just treated you like property constantly. I shook my head, placed my cigarette between my lips, and took a puff before blowing out the smoke, returning my attention to Josh and Corey.