He Knows.

Chaoter Eight: Write More!

-write more.

Two hours later.

-what's taking so long. Hurry up and update.

All morning and last night I've been getting these messages and comments from the Lonewolf.

Like really? Having to come up with the topic takes about twenty minutes. Typing it all on a computer takes like an hour or so. Then editing. This guy is expecting too much. And for what? The pleasure to humiliate me more?

I sighed after the twentieth text from him I sighed and went to my computer desk. I don't even know how he got my number.

"Oh good you're writing." I jumped. "WHO LET YOU IN HERE!" "Me. Why is that a problem." "Yes it's called invading my personal space. Now get out." "Why can't I stay? Maybe I could give you ideas. On a story I'm writing about you. Pshht yeah right." "Hey you admit it's about me!"

"Oh hush now get out." I shooed him away.

I sighed being content with some privacy. For the first time I've never been so happy for Jason to leave.

"Psssst. Pssssssst. Tori! Tori! Pssssssssst!" I looked up and out of my window and saw Jason sitting at the ledge of his window with his legs out. "What!" "I'm bored can I come back over?" "Josh is not here so no. Now leave me alone." I got up and shut my window and curtain.

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"Are you going to zip it now? Two chapters just for you!" I yelled to the outside. It felt strange to yell out to the air but I know Jason could hear me! "Sex scenes?" "God you're such a pig!" I scowled and shut off my lap top.

"So he like knows you write stories?" "Sadly." "Wow. I don't know how you are still alive!" Nancy, Marie, and I have been talking about my whole screwed up situation for about an hour now. After Jason read my story he yelled out his window to mine that he's 'going to get some'. Ew.

I should be bothered that basically he's getting ideas to spice up his bedroom life from me and tells me about it. Literally he knows I like him but then he goes and does this?

"So I know you have many reads on the story and your in the middle of the story but why not just delete the story?"

"Because that is just plain rude. Cliffhanger that won't be written again? Like really that makes me seem like a total bitch. Plus how much time I've spent writing this story. Yeah no thanks. I won't let him get the satisfaction of me deleting my work because of him."

"God that sounded so cheesy. Why not change the story up a bit where no more sex!" Marie yelled exasperated. "She can't do that! It's like starting something great then it goes downhill!" Nancy argued back.

"Guys why not just ignore it and talk about something else." "Like what... how you're going to get revenge on mr. Bad boy?" "Yes! That's what we need to do!" "I swear before it was like talk about what we would do if he actually talked to us. Now it's like planning on killing him!" Marie clapped her hands.

I giggled.

Maybe revenge could work out.....

Sorry it's short.