Then the memories of yesterday hit me like a freight train, shattering any good vibes I had stored. Was I a fool, or was I smart? Good decision, bad decision?
I sat up in bed and let out a small scream. Sitting, cross legged on my floor, watching me intently was none other than Kent. ................
"Ahhh, What are you doing?!" I shouted as I pulled up my blanket to cover any inappropriate skin. He cocked his head at me and smirked.
"Just wanted to see how you were."
"So you sat in my bedroom without telling me? Did my mom let you in?"
"On the contrary." He replied, still stifling his amusement.
"You see." He continued. "I 'climbed' in, by way of the window."
Is he serious right now? Apparently SO, after all he is sitting in my floor and my window IS open.
"Why do you want to see how I am?"
One of my biggest secrets...and embarrassments, is the way I sleep.
Most girls sleep in cute little pajamas or athletic shorts....I...well, I sleep in the nude....Not ALL the way, (thought I may want to someday). I figure since I'm basically by myself in the house all the time, I wouldn't be disturbing anyone.
I DO wear underwear....Not exactly a bra, but the lower half is covered, thank goodness.
Now, with the protection of my blanket and his quick departure, no lives would be lost.
This just isn't my week.
"Kent, could you go please?....This has been a really tough week, I'd appreciate it if you leave. We'll talk later."
My hope was to offend him into leaving. Once he saw that he was definitely not wanted, or needed...He'd simply 'Go away'.
My plan back fired. Don't they always?
Instead of GOING AWAY, Kent, with one flying leap, landed on my BED. I screamed and moved away from him as quickly as possible, dragging my blanket with me.
"Let's talk about it! What happened?" He asked. "Nothing HAPPENED." I hissed at him, trying to push him off my bed with my cover clad foot. He wasn't budging.
"Would you get off my bed please?"
I wasn't about to take "No." For an answer.
"No." He said.
Alright, He's going down....If I had clothes on.
Who did this guy think he is? I haven't seen him in forever. He's a GUY now, Shouldn't he be self conscience or something? Why is he on my bed?!
"Kent, seriously." I said. "Get off my bed....now."
"Why?!" He said. Gosh, he's so agitating. I wish I could kill him.
"Because!" I growled.
"No, YOU just need to get UP! Do you know what time it is?"
Before I could react, Kent grabbed for my blanket in an attempt to pull it off.
I wasn't prepared and.....
A/N: THIS, my friends is called an MCC. A MINI CLIFFHANGER CHAPTER. Mwuahaha. I hope you enjoyed it. Would you like for me to complete it? THEN TELL ME! haha.
Plus, you'd probably really like my new story "Once upon a Dream". Go check it out!
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عاطفيةHi there. I'm Delanie. I used to be awkward. That is...until I reached High school....the world of guys, dates, prom, and mean girls. Then I just got awkward-er. But when I discovered the secret of 'How to be cool' and all that stereotypical crap...