What To Do?

Call me obsessed. Call me a whore, a slut. But whatever. You don’t know how I feel. I was called so many names when everyone knew that I liked Trevor. And then they got all mad when I started liking other people. Some people actually said “God, you like everyone in band, don’t you?”. I hated it. That’s part of why I put walls up. I was sick of other people trying to lord over my relationships. It’s none of their business, anyway! And everybody got all mad at All-Region tryouts because I was talking to him. And laughing. And, uhm, he held my hand. (Actually, he was massaging it to prove a point, but damn that boy has some fine hands.) We were throwing paper pieces at each other. He got up and took my phone because he ran out of paper. XD The bad thing was, I had sent a few texts about him, so I was ready to do almost anything to get it back. But Kendall took it from him, gave it to Abbie, and she gave it to me. I was so relieved that he didn’t read any of my texts. Then he got a huge ball of paper and threw it at my forehead. That actually kinda hurt, but I didn’t care. He didn’t mean for it to, so I wasn’t mad. I had a really good time with him. And I swear to God, he kept looking at me on the bus. I’m pretty sure he liked me before, and still does, but he goes out with Kendall, so he can’t really do anything. Anyways, I’m gonna go to school, have a good day, and sneak as many glances at Trevor as possible. XD