Why You So Obsessed With Me Meme Novels & Stories

“Look at me, petal.” “No.” “Why?” “You're going to laugh at me,” I whined. “Why would I do that? ” “Because you would think I am obsessed with you.” Aren't you? Stop lying. “I would never do that. I am the obsessed one here, petals.” He flipped us over and was on top of me in a second. “I want to have you all over to myself, no distractions, no school, no company,” he whispered before kissing me softly and leaving me wanting more.

I gawked at her, “What is it to you, Rose? You don't even like him; this is just some crazy obsession that you have.” Veins bulged on her forehead and neck, pulsing with rage. Her gaze was venomous, “You know the worst thing about having an obsession? If I don't have him, nobody can.” I stood up to her, "That obsession - would kill you."

This was the point of no return. “He has a thing for... well, for breasts and the outside of a woman’s vagina. The labia,” I whispered the last word. “He gets completely fixated. The more you flaunt what you have, the more he’ll be disarmed. He won't be able to think straight. If you can make him forget I even exist, even for a second, I’ll have my answer.” Kim stared at me for a moment, and I braced for her to tell me I was crazy. Instead, she let out a slow, appreciative whistle.

“ Alice, I know you're upset, but ky has nothing to do with this. I really love you, you're my ride or die. “ “I think that was before,“ she said. I sighed, already frustrated. “ You think I don't love you anymore then fine. Because I think you're just with me for sex. Cause I don't get, why everyone is Obsessed with me .” Alice shakes her head ”No one is Obsessed with you.” “Listen, Alice,” I said, softer now, forcing the edge out of my voice. “I’m not pulling away because of you. I’m pulling away because everything has been… loud in my head.”

For them, visiting Jenny wasn’t an act of kindness. It was an opportunity to gloat.

"Know what? That the girl who has everything wants the boy who has nothing?" "I don't want you!" She looked like she wanted to slap me, but her eyes were anchored to mine. "I hate you. I hate that you're looking at me like this." "Good," I said, reaching down to lace my fingers with hers. Her skin was ice cold, but mine was burning. "Hate is a great motivator. It's almost as strong as what's actually happening right now." "And what is that?" "Obsession." I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear. "There's a car parked behind the equipment shed. No cameras. No Sarah. No Jax. Just a dark corner and a 'disaster' waiting to happen."

he said, pulling me closer, “you are still obsessed with me.” I scoffed. “Delusional.”

"I'm just also focused on your sad bachelor life. You sure you're not just married to your laptop, bro?" Before I could respond, my sister Sierra chimed in from across the table, smirking behind her juice glass. "Seriously, even people who swear they'll 'never get married' are tying the knot these days. What exactly is your plan? Live alone with your laptop forever?" "I don't need a plan. I'm fine." My mother placed a hand on her chest. "Fine? Fine? Who wants to be 'fine' at your age?" I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Mom…"

“Oh thank God, backup. Jackson, explain memes to your boyfriend. He doesn’t understand why anyone would care about a woman yelling at a cat.” “It’s not that I don’t care,” Frost protested. “I just don’t understand the context. Is this a human realm inside joke? Did something happen with this specific woman and cat?” I couldn’t help but laugh, dropping my bag by the door. “Frost, it’s just a meme. It doesn’t have to make sense. That’s kind of the point.” “But—” “Nope.” Maya held up a hand. “We’re moving on. Next meme.” She scrolled down, and Frost leaned in closer, his expression adorably perplexed.

I continued calmly. "If anyone should be embarrassed, it's you. You're fighting the wrong woman." I stood up, slowly smoothing the wrinkles from my blouse. Then I turned in a slow circle. "Tell me." I spread my arms dramatically. "What exactly do you see in me that makes you this obsessed?" I blew her an exaggerated kiss. "If you want Elvis, go tell him." Then I smiled sweetly. "Oh." "I forgot." "You're still just his friend." The words landed exactly where I wanted them to.