Chase,
I f*cking loathe you.
Nah, that's putting it mildly. I hate your very existence.
I hate that your emerald eyes draw me and every other clueless girl in.
I hate that when your lips quirk into that devilishly sexy smile, my heart skips a beat.
Most of all? I hate that you want me.
Because the truth is, I'm not good enough for you.
I lie.
I steal.
And I break anyone who dares to get close.
So the question is, why do you?
And more importantly, why do I keep coming back for more?
Sincerely,
Addy
P.S. F*ck off.
