[Saturday, April 9]
I watch a tear slide down her cheek. Realizing how sad she is, I pull her into my arms. "It's okay." I whisper with a soft voice.
She continues to cry into my shoulder. "Lay with me." She quivers.
I nod and lay down on her bed, she lays next me and I pull her into my chest. We end up staying like that for hours. "Are you okay, Nicole?" I ask her.
She looks up, into my eyes then at my lips. She then pushes her lips on top of mine. "Yeah.." She mutter afterwards.
Once I realized what happened, I climbed on top of her and kissed her again. We continued to make out until it got serious. "We should stop before we.. Uh, yeah." I get up, sitting across from her.
"Sorry." She apologizes. "I don't know what that was."
"No, you didn't do anything." I breath. "Actually, I'm very confused."
"About?"
I start to think. "About what happened earlier."
She tilts her head to the side. "Promise you wont get pissed."
I roll my eyes. "I can't promise anything."
"Dean, c'mon." She whines.
I rub my eyes. "Fine." I lied.
"Ian was extremely rude so I slapped him." She sighs.
I put my hand on her face. "Then what happened here." I rub her cheek with my thumb.
"He hit me back, harder." She looked down. "It was my fault, I shouldn't have slapped him."
"He punched you?!" I got up.
She nodded, making me go crazy with rage. "Dean, you promised."
"What the fuck, Nicole." I roared. "I swear, I'm going to beat him so bad."
