Screwed Over...(x3)-Chapter 5.5: Should've Guessed..

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**A/N**

I just whipped this up like 10 minutes ago. I know, Im constantly giving in new chapters. I can't help it! I have the time to write, I WANT to write, so why not? I don't have the patience like other writers to make sure that I can make the readers beg for more. I can't do it! I feel like I need to post each chapter before making more.

AND I WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT. BECAUSE I HAVE NO IDEA!

So I'm doing this all out of pure selfishness.<3Love you. -Kelly. READ SAFELY. COMMENT/VOTE!

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MADISON’S POV:

It felt like sparks flew into my stomach when he kissed me. Sparks, sparkles, lights, something

made me want to kiss him back. Something.

But then my stomach began to knot up.

It churned, and it knotted. My chest constricted.

I couldn’t do this.

Palms up, I shoved my hands in his chest, breaking off the kiss and pushing him away. He

stumbled back with wide eyes smothered in confusion. I tore my gaze away from his and leaned my

head back against the wall. I squeezed my eyes shut and breathed in and out slowly, something I

taught myself as a little kid when my father would beat me too much. He’d give me a two minute

break so he could drink another beer.

I brought my hand up and pressed against the bridge of my nose, breathing in and out through my

mouth. I could hear him mumbling something, muttering, something quiet, but I wasn’t paying

attention.

Moments later I felt the pressure in my chest release, and my stomach calmed down from the

tornado. I slowly opened my eyes, opening my mouth to apologize.

But he was gone.

 **A/N**

I know that was short. But I hope you realized by now that I always do the after-the-chapter half chapter for like...every chapter. I like doing that 'What-happens-next' thing, so I dont have to make the new chapter beginning with this. It throws me off.

IF I GET THREE COMMENTS, ILL PUT UP A NEW ONE.

(Unless you guys hate me that much. Pleeeaaaase. If you don't, Ill put another one up. BUT IT'LL BE CRAPPY.)

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