Perfect
Rory Gilmore.
She's just a girl.
I can get any girl that I want.
Except for her. It doesn't matter though; I hate her just like she hates me. I know I'm a jerk to her but I don't care anymore. That's how it is and always will be. No matter what anyone does.
She just has to be my partner on a school project. For some reason she's coming to my house. We have to work on this stupid project. I don't really care either its only school. I give her a lift to my house. After a long and silent car ride we're at my house. We go in the front door, through the huge foyer and we go up to my room to work. She looks around at my house, in my room. At the bookcase, I think she's amazed I have books or even know what they are. She looks at my bed, my king sized bed, she looks over everything.
I just want this to be over. The sooner the better. Then she can leave not just my house but also my life. I can forget about her. For some reason we start to argue. I don't even know what about. Something to do with the project. We used to banter but this was not that. This was yelling and screaming. I think everything must have just built up inside her. I was yelling back at her telling her to shut up. I just wished she would shut up, it was killing me inside. I kissed her, I moved towards and slammed my lips on hers. I don't know why. I think I really did but I hate her. Maybe it was just to shut her up but I know it was more than that. I wanted to kiss her. No matter what I try to tell myself.
Things are getting out of hand. I don't care. I don't care anymore. My hands are roaming her body, her tops off. She's kissing me with so much passion I cant stop. Why can't she stop? But she doesn't and it goes to far.
It's the morning. She's in my arms. I can't believe this happened. I've been waiting for her to wake up and realize what's happened. She'll hate me even more. But what about me. Does this mean I really love her? Maybe it does, but I can't I can't love her. And she hates me and I hate her. I do I have to hate her. When she wakes up it will all change. She yells at me, screams why didn't I stop. And that I used her just like all the other girls. And that she's just another notch on my belt and now I can brag to all my mates how I bedded the virgin. I can imagine it now.
But this is different.
This feels perfect.
But what is perfect?