“You think I’m good looking?” Trevor smirks.
I shoot him an unimpressed look. “We both know that you are. Don’t play that pitiful attention seeking game with me. Even though it’s clear that you could get most women you seek just by looks alone. You like to test your abilities. Things have become a little stale in the art of picking up, so you try certain moves to see if they work on the opposite sex. In the beginning it’s worked, and you’ve mastered the art, however, you then came across someone who wasn’t buying what you were selling and you had to change tactics once more. When it didn’t work with that one girl, you moved onto someone else. That someone else being me—although this is purely an assumption.”
“Are you psychoanalyzing me?” he asks playfully, although there’s a hint of irritation in his voice.
“Observing. It’s amazing the things you find out about people when you just sit back and watch. Too many people are far too content in using their words when the best way to get to know a person is through silence.”
“No wonder you’re Professor Matthews’ TA.”
A smirk plays on my lips as I bring the glass of water up to my lips and take a sip.
Chapter Seven
Ian
My intention was never to spy on your date with Trevor, but my mind raced uncontrollably and I was going crazy just imagining the kind of things you would do with him. Would you like him so much that you started going out with him? Would you end the date, your body entwined with his, and screaming out his name as you came? The thought of him getting to taste you had me falling into the darkness, allowing it to take over my body and push me to follow you to your date. You look so beautiful tonight. Ethereal beauty you are. I can never get enough. When I’m with you, I find it hard not to look at you. Stealing glances where it’s apropos. You would be appalled to know that I have a picture of you saved on my desktop, and when I’m doing my work, I have it up, just so I can always be looking at you, even when I’m not with you. It’s utterly ridiculous and obsessive, but that’s what you do to me. I was given the scent of you and it instantly had me drunk with desire. When I touched you in a way that was inappropriate, that’s when the addiction set in and now… were someone try to take you away from me, they would probably cease to exist. You would never approve of my actions, no matter how much I hope that you would, because you’re a good wholesome woman. You’re delicate like a flower but as intelligent as an… well, you’re as intelligent as me… or as intelligent as I used to be before you showed up in my life. I don’t regret you. I don’t like the things I’ve done thus far, but I don’t regret you or despise you for it. My life has become a monotonous cycle of working and going home and watching political debates or documentaries because having to deal with a class of mostly dimwitted children has me wanting to blow my brains out. Now that you’re in my world, I feel alive again. Spirited, even.
Parking across the road, I watch as he dares to land a kiss on your cheek. My cheek. It belongs to me, as does the rest of your body. I grip the steering wheel tightly as I watch this. He leans in, tentative when he kisses you. His lips I just want to rip clean off his face and force him to eat them for touching you in such a way. It angers me even more when I see that you liked it. Your smile afterward, the light shining around you, as you accept and approve of his action. I imagine myself storming over there and slamming his head against the concrete wall of the building, watching his blood slither down it. You both head inside and I watch, the time ticking away excruciatingly loud in my head as I wait for you to find your seat, praying it’s the window so I can see. I would hate to have to go in there myself without the safety of the dark street and car. I let out a breath of relief when I see you two walk out onto the balcony section, where I can observe you clearly.
It doesn’t take long for Trevor’s ridiculous facade of innocent boy to drop, and he leans back with arrogance. A smile spreads on my lips. I was scared that you couldn’t see who he truly was. The playboy that acts like a man to get girls. I don’t know him from Adam, but I can read the signs. I know plenty of boys just like him in the past and present to know that they’re the dangerous kind. They change themselves and play the part for the intention of manipulation. You have enough people in your life that are like that. You don’t need more. I ease up when I see that the dinner isn’t as romantic as it would appear from the outside. This is the moment I should go home. Really, this shouldn’t be the moment at all, I should never have come here. Never should have gone down this path again. Once again, I find myself conflicted. Wanting to go home because it’s the right thing, and stalking someone on their date is not the kind of man I am. Yet, no matter how much I will myself, I can’t. I’m rooted to the spot, unable to look away from you on the off chance something does happen, not because I think I can
