“I hate your guts.”

She did. She hated you. Hated the way they all looked at you— men and women alike. Hated the way you were humble. Hated the way you wore your heart on your sleeve for everyone including her. You were so kind it disgusted her.

She pushed you against the bed, a look of disdain in her eyes as she looked at your oh so delicate body.

She was jealous, of course she was jealous; before you, she was the center of attention to nearly everyone, and now you were the moon slowly blocking the sun in an eclipse. But jealousy turned into a raging desire, and now here you were. Hooking up.