You're a Lush and I Hate It

Adam Lazzara.
Adam fucking Lazzara.
He knew how much of a lush he was, he used it to his advantage all the time. Naturally the girls swooned just because he looked their way or grazed against their arm while walking by. The man whore had done it to every girl at school, enjoying their blushing and talk. He had made a game of it when he came, but now it was just a routine of his. Poor girls never realize what he's doing.

I can't blame them, though. He was amazingly gorgeous, a saint's body with a demon's lifestyle. Not that he isn't gorgeous anymore, he definitely is, but I speak in the past tense only because it was a different time for me. A time when I was like those girls, naive and unsuspecting. Then I saw him at his worst and it all clicked into place.

I have to admit, as much as it seems I hate him, I couldn't hate him or dislike him even in the slightest, even if my life depended on it. Adam Lazzara. Adam fucking Lazzara. Adam fucking Lazzara is my best friend and always will be. I hope.