I know I'm overreacting. A grown ass man shouldn't behave this way but fuck that. How else am I supposed to be in my right mind if I don't get at least a little hit?
Okay. Even that euphemism was a little indicative. Of what?
Everything that is wrong with my brain.
I arrived at the library at exactly 11:23. Just between my first two lectures.
This is good.
This is fine.
Just look at her, pick up my coffee, be on my way.
Just look at her, pick up my coffee, be on my way.
Just look at, -
What the fuck? Where is she?
I look around, a little frantically. This is pathetic.
I do not need this shit today.
I do not need this -
And then I see her.
Hugging him.
Again.
Really Bella?
On the day that we're supposed to meet?
You moved spots to sit at his table didn't you?
Never took you for the kind of person to switch it up.
And for an overgrown child at that.
You know what?
No.
That's not how this is going down.
I'm a grown ass man. I can handle this.
Isabella Marie Swan.
You will be handled.