Ava
I turned and we eyed each other. She was so short, but I was extremely intimidated by her. She was skinny, petite everywhere, not an ounce of fat on her. Her green eyes softened as she looked at me.
“I don’t love him. I don’t even really like him like "that," she said, making quotation marks with her fingers. "He was a distraction, not really my type at all. He’s too much of a possessive alpha hole, you could say. I am the same, we would never work in a relationship."
“But you have been with him,” I said.
“Well, yeah, he’s hot, and I needed to scratch an itch.”
I bit my bottom lip and nodded. “I can’t compare to you. Look at you and then look at me. He’ll realize that soon enough.”
“You are so right for him. He melts when he looks at you, you have all the power when it come
