10. Thinking of Her

Jason grumbled to himself as he stepped out of an overcrowded bus. He hated it all. No space. No air conditioning. The smell of sweat. Noisy teenagers. He wanted to let out a cry of frustration. He was having a hard time adapting to that kind of life after the luxury he experienced when he was with Cassandra.

He walked the path till Selena’s apartment building and glanced up towards the top floor, checking her window. That wrench. At least, she could have given him back his car, right? No. She took it off with her. Goddammit, and she was refusing to answer his calls.

He scratched his head, groaning. He had to crash in at a friend’s place but that was so humiliating. Why was the women he loved behaving like that with him? He knew he couldn’t do anything about Cassandra. She always had the upper hand. He shuddered, recalling the way she had kicked him out of the house without hesitation.

Hell. He always felt inferior when it came to her. But Selena? She was his. He did everything