Kyler
Paisley is fast asleep next to me. I couldn’t sleep because I had too much on my mind. The way I was with her when she showed up, that isn’t me, not typically. I am not usually the possessive kind, not to the extent I was tonight. The girl had broken something in me. These thoughts and feelings have built up over the last couple of days, though I didn’t think much of them until now.?
It started right after Paisley and my conversation in my classroom about jealousy. I teased her about it, but my mind went into overdrive when I arrived home and sat down. Our talk made me realize something: if the roles reversed, and it was Paisley talking to Ewan, I would hate it! The thought of it was enough to make me angry, and I knew that wasn’t right. She isn’t mine. But, yet, imagining him touching her, or any other man for that matter, got to me!?