How Many dudes you know roll like me? Not many, if any

45 How many dudes you know roll like me? Not many, if any

Hello peeps!

New chap, <3 to all!

Katary

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My conversation with Ryan made me hopeful.

I decided that tomorrow I was going to school and face everyone. I had to prove to myself and to those around me that this situation didn’t affect me as much as it did hours ago.

But I was still worried about Damien. I mean, how could I not be? I really didn’t want to admit it, but you can’t just switch off your feelings for someone.

Things were going to be really awkward when I saw him next. I still didn’t know the reasons behind him doing such a thing. Hurting me, I just didn’t get where he would get the satisfaction from that.

I walked out of my ‘rents room and into my own. Ma wasn’t on the floor anymore but had squeezed her way onto the bed.

I decided it was time to wake them up, but how?

I let a little snicker out. Right before I ran and jumped on top of them.

‘WAKE UP!’ I screamed in both their ears and I could se their faces contort in pain.

I was loving it. It was a welcome change from me feeling pain, even if it was only for a few seconds.

‘Ana you bitch!’ Ma screamed and started pushing me off the bed. I laughed and hopped off, running downstairs before Ma got too angry.

As I marched into the living room, all of the boys were all wrestled together, and there were couple of limbs whose I didn’t know who they belonged to.

‘Why do I feel like I just walked into a scene for a gay porno?’ I said loudly, and smiled when the bodies soon began to disperse, embarrassed by their actions.

‘Shouldn’t you be off in a corner crying?’ I heard J say. Adam slapped him on the arm.

‘That was harsh bro!’ He told J but J just shrugged his shoulders.

‘Don’t worry; I’ll get him back for that.’ I smiled evilly.

It was far too early to start with the jokes, what an ass. I really thought he had started being a little nicer to me and then he makes a comment like that!

What a douche.

I walked back out of the room, eyes tearing back up without my permission.

I mean, seriously? Do I really have to cry all the time?