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Instead, she asked me who I was planning on kissing, and really twisted the knife when she informed me that she planned to kiss Asher.
Leave it to Raven to dismiss or misinterpret every single thing I say.
Why is it so hard for her to see me that way?
I held off kissing anyone else because of her and kept waiting for her to be ready. Little did I understand what she had in mind.
Now I have to watch her make moves onAshall summer long. After I saw her with Asher I hooked up with some girl, then got shit faced and passed out on the street.
It was a bad night.
Ever since then, it’s been a rotating door of chicks. Every time we have one of these parties, I see her with Asher. Every time I do, I drown myself in alcohol and hook up with the closest warm body.
Each time I go a little further with one of those girls, hoping to somehow spark Raven’s jealousy.
Nothing.
Last month, I got my first blow job.
It happened right after I saw Raven’s mouth plastered to Asher’s. I wanted to go over and rip him into pieces. One of mygroupies, as Raven calls them, intervened, looking for attention.
So, instead of having my fist make contact with Asher’s stupid face, I went upstairs to get a blow job.
She was older and had no problem going further. I just couldn’t. I held out on having sex hoping that Raven would come around.
Instead, I am standing around like an idiot with a group of our friends, sipping on a drink, watching them stare at each other from across the room.
She is not done with him. Obviously he is not done with her. Asher looks like he is smitten by Raven. I see him giving her the signal to meet him outside.
As predicted, Asher walks out and Raven follows closely after, presumably to go to their “meet up” spot and make out some more.
Rage burns through me at such an accelerated speed that my legs move faster than my mind. Slamming my drink down, I break away from the group and scatter to the door.
“Reid, where are you going.” Some drunk girl comes over to hang around my neck. What was her name? Andrea or Amy. Something with an A.
“Just going out for air.” I pull her off of me.
“I will come with you.”
“No.”
Stumbling outside of the house, I look around the empty streets. It’s like they disappeared into thin air. I can’t sit around and do nothing. Not again.
Raven’s not picking up her phone either. So, I shoot her a text instead.
Hey, where did you run off to?
No response. I am going out of my mind. I am acting like a crazy motherfucker. She can’t be with him.
This has to stop.
There is a trail and a park nearby. Those are the only two places they could have gone for privacy at this time of the night.
I check the trail first. Nothing. I walk to the nearby park next, and see two lone figures sitting on the swing set. Raven and Asher.
Thank God they are not kissing so I don’t have to kill Asher. They look like they are talking. Walking up to them casually, I do my best to suppress my rage.
“Hey guys.”
