After leaving the Jerk in the room, i ran fast as I could to my car and started the engine and hussled my way back home. I mean, to my temporary home.
I went upstairs and locked myself inside my room, and one thing came into my mind.
There are two things I was certain about:
I like Jared.
I hate Jared.
Ironic and crazy isn't it? But let me go back to that kiss. That kiss was extraordinaire. Damn, he's such a good kisser. And he's lips are just amazing.
I touch my lips and rethink of the ecstasy Jared has brought in that kiss.
It felt so real. It wasn't fake.
But hey, of course he is good. He's a Casanova. And he's done that so I'd fall for him.
But it did work.
Great, Jared. I think my death wish has come already.
"Diary time!" I told myself.
I guess now's the perfect time to write something.
"Where is it?" Shit. I'm sure I just left it in here.
Shit.
Did Jared just sneaked in here?
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Living With The Bad Boy
Novela JuvenilLife gets easier when you get to love every bit of it. Until this dreaded day comes along, my long-waited nightmare; Tell me how to survive 6 months of living with the deadliest person in Jersey?
