Yes I Know

Prologue

"Come on Sasha. Just let me finish! I wasn't done explaining myself!"

"Honey, there is no explaining to be done. You just need to stop trying."

Her friends weren't going to let this one go. So she kissed one guy! It wouldn't affect her, right? He seemed nice enough, granted she didn't even know his middle name, but she felt this strange pull towards him that her friends never seemed to feel themselves. This pull, she guessed was love. If that was true, then she sure fell in love A LOT.

In the mind of Karenza, love was just a feeling. A fleeting moment. A flutter. A glance at a guy who just happened to be looking back at her. Little did she know that love is much deeper than that.

"Why can't you just let it go?! It was just once, and it wasn't any longer than 30 seconds if it makes you feel any better."

Evidently, Sasha wasn't going to give up that easily. Sasha had been her best friend since the third grade. She was the official protecter of Karenza, and often got on her for little things. It was all because she loved her. She never wanted to lose her best friend to some idiot boy or dramatic event.

"A kiss is a kiss! And he was a FRESHMAN! A FREAKING FRESHMAN Karenza! That is unacceptable! And this isn't the first time something like this has happened. What about summer camp?!"

"Sasha, summer camp had nothing to do with this. That is completely irrelevant. Aren't there more important things to be talking about? We are both smart, talented, independent young women. Little flings have no hold on me!"

That was where Karenza was wrong. She had a tendency to hold onto things for extended periods of time, then move on in the blink of an eye.

Although her "boy problems" were a prominent feature of her personality, she had potential. She could play any instrument you put in front of her, clicked instantly with anyone she met, and had a mind like no one else. She worked in different ways than the rest of the world, and no one could see it because they were blinded by her drama and persistent flow of new boys to obsess over.

But that was all about to change. She was about to realize that what seemed important to her and to her social outlook had no hold on who she could become.