Boyfriend Is Obsessed With Me Novels & Stories

I pulled my hand back as much as I could and formed a fist to strike him straight into his smug ugly face, but he stopped my attempt without breaking a sweat or even blinking an eye. "So you decided to be a bad girl today I see. I will forget about this little misunderstanding we had just a moment ago because, after all, it is not your fault that the idiot of your so-called boyfriend pumped your head with nonsense." he really was delusional. And he proved that theory more and more with each passing moment. "Why are you so obsessed with me?!" I yelled at him. Because at this point even my nice filter reached its limit.

I choked up. Don’t they have no shame? Murmurs filled the whole chapel, but no one seemed bothered. “May I know who you are?” The priest asked. “Don’t mind her father,” my boyfriend said shaking his head, “She’s just someone who’s obsessed with me.” My mouth dropped open as I heard what my boyfriend, no, my ex-boyfriend just said. “Let’s continue Father,” my bestfriend urges, “Let’s not waste time listening to this nonsense.”

I asked and he chuckled leaning back. "I am obsessed," he said simply and my eyes widened in horror, in what way did he mean it. "Not romantically of course, but he jabbed me first and I am doing him a solid by returning it by a tenfold," he explained and I nodded having more questions now. What did Theo do to him then? "If you want to know what he did, you should ask your boyfriend." "For the last time, he isn't my boyfriend," I exclaimed and he rolled his eyes.

"If I hadn't been a coward and backed off, you'd never have ended up with him. You'd never have spent three years getting hurt." As he spoke, his wet eyes turned to me, and his hands reached out, testing, like he wanted to pull me in. I smacked his hands away and straightened him back up. "Just talk. What happened then?" He sat back down, looking wounded, his back slumping a little, his voice smaller than before. "Noah said he didn't know how to win a girl over. He was scared he'd say the wrong thing." "So he asked me to build him a Boyfriend Assistant, something to teach him what to say and how to reply to you."

I couldn't help but want to show off to her, to let her know that the relationship is serious. “And what did you say?” “Is that even a question?” I removed my head from the desk. “Of course, I accepted to be his boyfriend.” My lips lifted at the side. “I'm no longer single, girl. I have a freaking boyfriend!” “So do I.” She showed me the latest manga she bought two days ago. “I got a new boyfriend, and he's mad. Girl, he's legit, the most handsome in the entire world.” I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at that. Debra's just too obsessed with fictional men. Most times, I wonder if she will ever fall in love with anyone who's not in the fantasy world.

When she couldn’t, she wrenched her hand away with a sharp jerk. “Am I insane?” I laughed bitterly, shaking my head as tears blurred my vision. “The only mad people here are the two of you.” My voice cracked. I turned to Clara, disbelief written all over my face. “You were my best friend.” I jabbed a finger toward her. “You could’ve told me. We would’ve figured something out.” Clara scoffed. “I told you.” “You didn’t!” I snapped, taking a step toward her. “You said it was a fleeting crush. You told me I had nothing to worry about.”

I whispered, stumbling a step back. This was Sebastian, my boyfriend. The man in the wheelchair across the room, with his leg strapped in a cast. Just two weeks ago, in some twisted effort to impress his visiting twin brother, he’d pushed himself too hard at the gym and ended up breaking his leg. “You’re always waiting for the right moment to reveal who you really are,” he added sharply, each word a blade.

She'd been talking about him nonstop for months now and I knew she was very much in love with him. God, I couldn't believe this. On one hand, I could tell her that her boyfriend was a douchebag and that we'd had sex but that would break her heart and it would be my fault on the the other hand it I decided not to say anything, I'd be letting a douchebag like Collen have his way with my best friend. I ran my hands through my wavy blonde hair and groaned in frustration as I stared at my reflection above the vanity. My eyes were puffy with all of the crying I did last night and my hair was a complete mess.

I snapped. Rob sighed. “And you wonder why I ignore you.” “How sweet. Shouldn’t you be busy whispering lies to your latest conquest?” I shot back. I’d seen the way he rotated through women like it was a sport. Arya looked entertained. Leonardo couldn’t care less. He was already halfway through his plate. “I didn’t realize you were watching me so closely. Obsessed much?” Rob smirked. “Too bad my sex life isn’t your business.” I scoffed. “In your dreams. Please, I wouldn’t look at you even if you were the last man standing. Don’t flatter yourself.”

Anyone would kill to be my girlfriend and now here she is acting like I'd just sentenced her to some inhumane cruelty. “What did you just say?” she questioned when she was done gazing at me like I had grown a second head or Maybe sprouted out a horn right at the center of my head. “I said, Be my girlfriend. I want you to be My Girlfriend” I explained calmly while not in anyway paying attention to her facial expression that should have been enough to stop me from repeating what I said initially. I'm not someone who ever gets No as a reply so I really didn't know when to stop.