Blue's POV
My vision was blurry from all the crying I have been doing lately. I looked up at the ceiling that had my ceiling fan going round and round like it was the most interesting thing in the world.
I wonder what my life would feel like If I was one of those people who lost their virginity. Maybe I could have an easier life?
Why am I thinking about this? I'm glad I wasn't like that. I was my own person and I didn't want to be a follower.
Everybody so wrapped up in trying to fit in, but no one notices that they all are a bunch of followers that want to be noticed. I don't understand people these days.
I'm also mad that Mason stole my first kiss in a fucking closet. A fucking closet! I could have had my first kiss with someone I actually liked.
No, it had to be Mason fucking Samuels out of all people.
I groan from all these thoughts bunching in my mind. He wasn't a bad kisser and I wasn't going to lie about that.