"You must think that something is wrong with me for liking someone I can never be with," I whisper nervously.
She gently takes my hand in hers, "no one knows more than me what it means to like someone you're not supposed to want. I have been in love with Atticus since the first day I met him. I was never supposed to have feelings for him, not when he was dating my best friend. It's crazy to know I was in pain because of Anya, and now the same is happening to you. Because of her."
"It's not just her," I admit. "I know Anya is a pain in the ass, but I would feel the same way if it was any other girl. I hate seeing him with any woman that's not me. I know it's selfish and wrong, but I don't know how to control my feelings."
She gently rubs my back, "I know what you're going through, Clari
