"What the hell am I to you!" The rage boils up inside me, I'm not sure if I'll lash out or cry. "Dylan-" Jesus try's to say something but I cut him off. "No Paul, I'm honestly jealous of all the people that haven't met you. I'm done!" And with that I turn around and start heading for the door, until he grabs my hand. I turn back around to slap him off, but instead I'm met with his lips gliding ghostly over mine.