Did you think I wasn’t aware of how you feel about me? Your lust is pretty obvious, with the way you’re always hitting on me, trying to get me alone, how eager you are to jump to my aid. In fact, I think it’s amusing to witness you stumbling over your words, awkward and completely flustered in my presence. But the little fantasy you have of one day experiencing something intimate with me is just that, fantasy. I’m not interested in beta bitches like you. I’ll never fuck you, but I WILL fuck those close to you. Including your best friend :) Seeing me with hotter, superior men will always sting, but it’s a million times worse when it’s him. This is just another of the countless reminders you get every day of your inferiority.