I watched as you said at the table with your date. it wasn't that he was a bad guy or anything. but I knew he wasn't your type. and I also knew that you deserved better and the best which he wouldn't be able to give you.

I knew the only thing that kept you at that stupid table in that stupid restaurant with that stupid guy was the fact that you were too nice. you were one of those sweet, innocent girls. you could never tell anyone no which led to you giving all these favors to people and having people rely on you. and I absolutely hated that. I hated that people were taking advantage of you.

with all this anger building up, I walk into the restaurant. I knew you didn't like me that much because I was the popular guy from school. I had a lot of friends and I knew people liked me. I also knew that that made me kinda cocky and arrogant. but I didn't care if you didn't like me. I really could settle with just picking on you. Just as long as no one tried to take you away.

I sit down next to your little date. you look at me shocked. I knew I had hella nerves, but I was also hot, which left me completely unbothered.

"Dude," your date says, annoyed.

"I'll leave in a sec. Just gotta quick question for you," I say, looking at him.

"Why the fuck are you on a date with my girlfriend?"