Seventeenth Chase

Quinn

{' The harder the battle, the sweeter the victory.'}

Like. Like. Like?

Did I hear her right? No... That was impossible. That wasn't allowed at all. How could I not perceive this? How could I not expect anything like this? Of course! Even if she was a player, with my sweetheart's face, it was possible. Even if she was an egotistical bitch, she also has feelings.

I groaned, rolling over my bed and threw my pillows out of frustration. Feeling so restless, I couldn't help but remember how she tasted. How her fragrance could easily mess up my head. And just from her heavenly eyes, she could trap me in the labyrinth of my own emotions.

I spent the remaining days of the week avoiding her. Sure, it sounded so trouble-free but for me, it was killing me inside. I missed her voice. I missed her eyes on me. I missed her fragrance and even her taste. Was it just sympathy.... or lust like she was claiming? Was it possible that I liked her as Khloe had been saying?

I climbed out of bed annoyed