How Many dudes you know roll like me? Not many, if any

15 How many dudes you know roll like me? Not many, if any

Oh man I'm seriously happy about writing this chapter

I'm happy that i've written something so soon after posting a chapter! Man!

Hope you guys enjoy, this is when we can really get into the story, the other chapters were just kind of an introduction don't you think? A long one but an introduction none the less.

What cracks me up is that there's a few holes in some of the previous chapters which I'm not too sure anyone's noticed yet?!?!

If you know, give us a holla!

and I feel like I use finally too much in my story, and it annoys me so much.

well enjoy!

Katary

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As soon as I walked into the house I flopped onto my bed and tried to go to sleep. I tossed and turned. I just could not get the image of him out of my mind. It was absolutely infuriating.

I mean, I knew we would be kissing. I had already freaked out about it. So I had obviously convinced myself that I was ok with it. And that the kiss was not going to affect me in any way. Because even though we were doing something which I consider to be intimate, it was all for the sake of art, was it not?

It's just that I felt something. It wasn't like a kiss from Caleb. He was always forceful, and he led me.

Kissing Damien was sweet, and soft, and innocent.

Innocent.

That was something I had to admit to myself. That the kiss was innocent.

That these stupid, annoying, pathetic feelings I have are just things of my imagination.

I'm making this whole mess out to be a lot more than it really is.

Me having feelings for Damien is just utterly ridiculous. I hardly even know the guy! Well, I mean I know him, but things can change.

He moved away a long time ago, who knows what has happened to him over the years. He could secretly be a drug dealer for all I know!!!

'Get up Ana we have to clean this pigsty we call a living room.' J reminded me as he walked back downstairs, fresh out of the shower.

I groaned as I got up but I knew this cleaning up could help a little. They always say that cleaning is therapeutic; I might as well try it to see if it works.

Half an hour later, and I'm more mad than ever. This cleaning crap is not therapeutic at all! My hands are busy but my mind is free to roam! And let me tell you, there's a lot of space up there in my noggin.

I have decided that I will just move on from the little 'incident' that has happened. If someone asks me about it, all I'm going to say about it is that we were acting, and nothing more.

These developing feelings need to stop. I want to have a good friendship with Damien, it seems like that's why he needs me, not a relationship where there's a next level involved.

Besides, there's the whole thing at the party with Caleb and J, so I really should stop thinking about boys and focus on my studies. Exams are on in just over a month and I have a lot of cramming to do.

I decide I need some music to help me out with this cleaning up, and it could also give my mind a bit of a break, pretty sure my mind hasn't thought this hard in a very long time!

I decide to put on the Cut off Your Hands album, just for something a little upbeat and loud. I put it on through our surround sound and turn it right up so we can still hear it loud and clear when we turn the vacuum on.