I made my excuses immediately after lunch and escaped to the home office to take account of myself because what the fuck was that? I’d seen her looking at Wolf, and though I can’t say there was any romantic interest in her gaze, it still pissed me off. It’s juvenile and stupid and nothing at all like me. I refuse to accept that I have any interest in her. For one, she’s too young and for another, just no, fuck no. Why does it feel like I’ve given myself this little pep-talk before?
Doesn’t matter; shit’s not going anywhere. I won’t let it. So, why can’t you stop thinking about her every other second? Shut the fuck up. Of course, I’m thinking about her; she’s smack dab in the middle of this shit. Which is what I should be thinking about right now instead of this high school bullshit.