She’s got a boyfriend, anyway.

How did Robbie Mac bag that absolute ride? I’ll never know.

But she was always mine. That girl had been a piece of me ever since I was thirteen years of age. I was her first kiss. I was the one who had wanted her for years and years.

I yearned for this girl with my whole body.

But she was with Robbie.

In third year, everything had fallen apart. I had lost myself in a drunken rampage at one of those shitty teen discos and ended up shifting a few girls. The drink didn’t excuse my behaviour, but then Lucy got angry.

And now she’s with Robbie.

Of course, there’s layers to our relationship.

She absolutely loathed me with every fiber of her being. Hates me. Can’t stand me, even.

But I want her. So fucking bad.

I want her everything, the whole deal. Not just the ride. Not just the sex and the intimate stuff. I wanted her everything. A two in one kind of deal. And friendship in our relationship.

But of course, I had to move my way up.

Because now she’s on the bed in my room, and I’m about to fill his shoes.

But she says “No! Fuck.. stop, Pa.”

What? You’re joking.

But I respect this woman, so I stopped.

“Fuck.. I can’t do this, you know I have a fucking boyfriend.” She sighed, sitting up abruptly and covering her face.

“I know.. you can’t do this. But I could take care of you. Easily, I’d fill his shoes, Lucy, you know that.” Kneeling on the floor beside the bed, I stayed. “I’d come back if you’d just called.”