At first I thought your slightly awkward shyness around other people was cute. The way you would try to jump into the conversation every once in a while with a witty remark that always came a little too late. I would laugh to myself and think 'isn't that adorable'.

Then came that night we were alone together. After the party at Nate's when we were outside smoking cigarettes in the street. It was cold and you could see the fog in the streetlights. You were noticeably uncomfortable, fidgeting with your hands and staring at the ground trying to avoid eye contact with me. You made some comment about how the Waylander books were your favorites growing up. I had no idea what you were taking about, but I thought it was funny.

I could tell that I intimidated you. Maybe it was that power that gave me a strange high, a feeling that I had some sort of control over you that made me do what I did. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have played with your emotions so carelessly. I had no idea I was your first. I know you feel like you love me now, but Hyena_Gold, it was just one night. I never loved you and one day you will realize that you never loved me either.