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I finally had sometime now to post up chapter 11.
here you'll learn more about Jennifer's relationship with corey...
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Chapter 11
*Jennifer's POV*
What the hell am I thinking? If I get too involved with Andrew, I'll never have the guts to break up with him...
And I want to be with Corey...
Remembering Corey suddenly made me feel anxious.
God, I miss him...and how he'd intertwine his fingers with mine...
A flashback ran through my mind of me at school.
It was lunch and my four friends were hanging by our usual spot along a low wall. Corey was sitting there. He looked up and the minute his eyes met mine, a grin snuck onto his face. He welcomed me with open arms.
"Hey Jenny," he said, his nickname for me.
"Hey." I turned away from his hug, ignoring him, but teasing him as a smile could not rid itself from my face. He shook his head in disapproval and wrapped his arms tightly around my stomach, raising me up in the air as if he were the hulk.
"Ahahaha, hey! Put me down!" I laughed. He finally set me down. I turned around and gave him a hug...
He, however, gave me a bear hug, squeezing me tightly against him to the point where I couldn't breathe and my breasts grew sore.
"Don't mess with me," he smirked, finally releasing me.
"I'll try to remember that."
During lunch, Corey would poke at my sides, tickle my thigh or sometimes, even just randomly wrap his arms around my waist and hug me tightly. I would try to push him, but his fingers would lock with mine and I was left helpless.
He'd talk to me about his family and the funny things he'd done. I'd just listen, knowing he'd always make me smile and never wanted to see me down.
He was pretty much there for me every step of the way. His ex was my best friend and I'd talk to her about him; if I should ask him out or not.
She recommended I didn't, but said to go for it if I really wanted. I wanted him to ask me out, but for some reason, I had the feeling that he wanted to hear it from me that I liked him.
It was finally morning here at the house.
I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. What was I going to do?
Well, technically, he hadn't asked me out. It was just a fling and flirting. It didn't mean I was really committed to him, right?
I climbed out of bed and began packing my belongings. We'd be leaving at two in the morning tomorrow. When I finished, I walked over to the bathroom.
Someone was already in there, but when I reached the door, it opened and out came Andrew. A smirk appeared on his face.
"Morning," he greeted, placing his hands on my waist and pecking me on the lips.
It surprised me and I stood there staring into space. He chuckled to himself, walking back to his room.
Damn.
