a's

ant to fuc

onsense. I can see her still in a perfect tree position. Right now

g my body shaking slightly. Joyce and I do yoga together o

and I groaned before copying her position.

e my body decided to give me with upper arms parallel to the floor. "You know-" I grunted lowly, as I lifted my shoulders away from the floor as I pulled my front ribs into my spine. I use all my en

ngle sweat this whole time

"I have a boyfriend," I said

e window shopping Bella,

way you think?" Mark is Joyc

rd facing dog, and I follow, not missing a grunt. "Why is it though that when guys check out g

ion to others is unavoidable, our brain is wired to process the visual information, and makes an instant judgment base

p, "It feels wrong; I shouldn't talk to him that lon

s fine. The only reason why you don't feel good is that he got a dick. If he were born with a

If you're in my situation,

, why

kes Mark feel

then he should trust me. If he forces me to stop talking with others mer

ief one, "You are on

reen. "Hi Muffin," Joyce said, befo

screen. "Same as always." He shr

ng with Joyce. "How'

t-chatting mood. Mark disappears down the hallway wi

to talk to the dude, talk to hi

e my f

ur very fe

also my

"If he isn't my boyfriend, he won't

other f

in

e, w

ant to talk to

inside my stomach - somehow feel

you going

wh

ou're not going to

at make

row, "Are you

use. It's just the earphones are expensive, and I

pose as me. "Then, tell him in person t

ng my yoga pants and sport

t blue t-shirt and sweatpants, along with a bottle of beer. He made himself

ttle, and washed out the dryness from my throat. "Bella is going to end her non-existing relationship with this guy she may o

d I wanted to throw up when his eyes laid on Joyce's

uldn't feel comfo

"Unders

"She should stop talking to someone bec

you talk to someone that makes me feel unco

lightly to the side. "Then, why did you talk to th

he air. "She's my secreta