Oh my god this girl talks too much.
Rolling his eyes he watched as she twirled her hair between two fingers. “It’s something I do when I’m nervous friends say I’m the hair twirling girl that’s how they introduce me.”
His vision began to faintly blur. Happens every time I make out. He says to himself, not at all blaming the marijuana. He looks towards the vast openness of the park, listening to its quiet.
It would be so easy to just kill her right now.
Am I really thinking about murder? The thought frightened him, but also felt comforting.