Justin POV:
Call me crazy. Or a love-sick puppy. I didn't care anymore. I just couldn't get her out of my fucking head.
So yeah — when it was early enough not to be called stalking, I went to pick her up.
The voices in my head? They were calling me names, mocking me, asking what the hell I thought I was doing. But I ignored them, for once. I'd fucked another girl at the club trying to forget June, trying to quiet everything. And yeah, it was good. But not good enough — not like her. Not like pretty cat who somehow manages to silence all the noise in my head, even if just for a night. I think is because her features were more strictly familiar to that of june or maybe it's her
When she walked out of her house — and yeah, that place screamed wealth — I waved her over. She looked surprised at first, probably didn't expect to see me there. But then came that sweet smile, soft and honest, and something in my chest fucking squeezed.
