Her. (rough draft)

Monday

I sleep in.

I skip class.

I don't feel like myself today.

My girl wants to go to the mall. 

So we go to the mall. 

I don't want to be there. Everything feels off.

She's more hyper than she's been, so that's a good sign right? 

I take pictures of the jewelry the picks up or touches, 

I try to make sure she doesn't notice what I'm doing.

Her birthday is coming up and so is Christmas. 

I get a little excited. 

I love making her things and buying her stuff when I can. 

I'd buy her the world if I could.

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We have to go back, I have friendsgiving with my scholarship group.

I brag on her. I love her. 

We make jars with things we're grateful for.

"MY GIRL" is the first slip in the jar. I start to feel a little better. I can make it through a week. 

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When I get back to her she's off.

Quiet.

We get high.

I look at her.

"Has the obsessive stage worn off?"

"What?"

"Do you like like like me or do you just like me?"

She sighs, "I'm just a girl."

I bring it up when our friend comes up to our room. 

"Why can't I just like you or not like you?"

He makes us tell each other that we still like each other.

I feel she hates me as I lay there, trying to sleep.