Chase,

I f*cking loathe you.

Nah, that's putting it mildly. I hate your very existence.

I hate that your emerald eyes draw me and every other clueless girl in.

I hate that when your lips quirk into that devilishly sexy smile, my heart skips a beat.

Most of all? I hate that you want me.

Because the truth is, I'm not good enough for you.

I lie.

I steal.
And I break anyone who dares to get close.

So the question is, why do you?
And more importantly, why do I keep coming back for more?

Sincerely,

Addy
P.S. F*ck off.