Ah, yes, There he is as flamboyant as ever. Walking through like he owns the place. How arrogant and pretentious. It's a wonder how anyone likes him. With his silky blonde hair that never seems to be out of place. I wonder how long it takes him to look so damned perfect.

With his perfect body, all built and toned. He looks like he didn't have to even work to look like that, like it's just natural. Oh how I wish that these fools around us could see him for how he really is. With his stupid green eyes that make me want to tear out my own.

Watching him from across the room. In his pretty black sleeveless shirt and skinny jeans. It's almost like he's trying to show off. Like he knows I'm jealous of him. But how could he possibly know that. It's not like I'm being obvious.

Watching him waltz around in that outfit. God how I wish I looked like that. He looks so damned enticing. Oh how can this stupid guy effect someone like me so much.

I wish I was you Grayson. Oh how I make that wish every night and I hate how it affects me so much. Makes me want to do things I shouldn't want to do with you.

Perhaps...this isn't Jealousy but something more. A mix of jealousy and something else I can't quite grasp yet. I hate this so much. I shouldn't be so confused yet so jealous. Please let this just be a stupid phase.