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I guess I thought he would be like all the rest. The rich guys I meet are usually so boring and stuck up, but not him. He can make me feel things with just a single look. It's almost as if those baby blues can see right through me.

I want him. Plain. Dry. Simple. And mark my words, he's going to be mine.

Xoxo,

Davi

The heavy feelingin my stomach only seems to get worse as it sinks in that I understand exactly what she was feeling that night. The butterflies she got when she talked to him. How she wanted every single ounce of his attention.

I grab the half-full bottle of vodka from under my bed and open it up, taking a long swig. It burns as it goes down, but that's exactly what I need. Because I'm a horrible person and an even worse friend.

I understand exactly how she was feeling because I felt it, too.

And a part of me still does.

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