As we stood in that hallway – forehead to forehead – I wanted to take her inside and show her why that other nigga didn’t matter. Blair deserved more than that, though. She didn’t deserve to be fucked because I was trying to prove a point to her. She knew who she should have been with, and it was me that was preventing that. She loved me. Blair had never said those words to me, it was the way she stared at me. How she became so choked up within a simple conversation. I knew she loved me because I loved her, too, and wanted to tell her. I wanted to scream the shit, and fear prevented me from
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