Lance
"I know you want to know about the girl I was with,"
We are lying down next to each other on the floor since the bed was too small to fit both of us. My bed sheet is sprawled on the floor. We didn't end up having sex but I feel even closer to him. I rest my weight on my elbow as I face him.
"I don't need to know," jealousy comes out from my tone. I don't want to think about how perfect she would fit with him unlike me. I am nothing special, from my looks to attitude. Everything about me is the opposite of what he needs in a person. The fact that he has a girl all over him will forever make me jealous.
"I want to tell you though, I know you saw her," he brushes a strand of hair from my face and I grab his hand in mine. He manages a smile and leans forward for a kiss.
"Who is she?"
"She is my father's best friend and business partners daughter, her name is Lisa," he explains and the fact that there is a name to the face makes the jealousy even more intense.
