He Stole My Heart

Chapter sixteen.... What have you done to me

Image above is Katie McCall.

The car ride had been silent the whole way to my house. Dallas never acted like the kiss had happened. In a way I felt deserted and confused at the same time. My room was quiet accept the music that blasted from my brothers room. I pick up my phone and pull open my messages. Pulling up TheSexyMan I click on the photo of me and Dallas together. I sigh as I add it to my gallery. What is happening? I sound like a freakin girl! I groan. Hitting my fist against my bed.

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Dallas pov.

I turn my music up trying to get the fact that I kissed Katie McCall out of my head. Your so stupid Parker now she probably thinks your jerk. Plus you might not even like her that way.

I hit my fist on the steering wheel. "How could you be so stupid!?" I say out loud pulling into my driveway. "Just be smart and don't bring it up. And then everything will be fine."

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A knock on the door makes me snap out of my train of thought. I run down the stairs hoping its Nash. I pull open the door to reveal Nash. A smile crosses my face as I hug her. Thank goodness. She's stand still a little taken back before she returns the hug.

"What's the matter?" She says letting me go.

I grab her hand and drag her up to my room. I plop down my bed and hand her my phone. "That's what's the matter?"

"The picture?" She asks.

"No. Dallas is the problem."

Her face turns serious. "What did he do?"

"He kissed me! And then didn't say anything about it." I whine. "I don't know what to do about it or even what to think about it."

"He kissed you!" She says excitedly. "I mean, he kissed you?"

I nod. "Now I don't know what to do."

"Kay do you know what this means?!" She says happily.

"No that's why I'm telling you."

"Oh Kat, all this whining means you like him." She said breaking the news.

"No I don't!" I object before stopping and thinking about it for a minute. "Holy crap! I like the freakin bad boy! I like Dallas Parker." I say looking up at her. Realization hitting my like a snowstorm. "I like Dallas Parker." I repeat to myself.