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chapter 7

My God

Oh sweet lord, please make what just happened, and ended badly obviously, one of those damned imaginary scenes I hate to make in my head every night when I go to sleep

Please, I'll do anything, I'll become a better person, start praying, helping people, quit making fun of them, ugh goodness any.thing

A flashback of me dancing with Jayden hit me followed by million thoughts, and not so good ones may I add.

Damn why did I have to have such a huge ego. I would have let him think whatever the hell he wants to think about me refusing to dance. It's not a big deal now that I properly think about it. I mean I'm a confident adult who does not need an aprovement from a douchebag to feel good about herself. Why did I insist on proving him wrong ? that, I have no idea.

to be honest I never knew I could dance in such a way. i mean I knew I'm not that much of a pethatic dancer all in all but to dance that impressively ?? damn I shocked my own self that when I was dancing I felt like winning but it only lasted a few seconds because I was so into the spurr of the moment.

If I had to describe my emotions while dancing I'd probably lie because knowing myself, I would never admit the fact that I actually liked sticking my ass to that Jerk to the beat of a song, some people would call it dirty dancing

And that's exactly what's frightening me, or more like one of the reasons that I'm terrified : I liked it

I liked that I dirty danced with him

I liked that close proximity between us, his hands on me ... I'm afraid to say that I liked all of it

The other reason is: he left me. like I was nothing, as if I was that girl that he throws once he got sick of her and she became lame. At this memory, anger started to rule my mind. No I wasn't angry, I was furious. I was furious to the point where if I find him I'd break each and every bone of his body careless to what could happen next

How dare he? How dare he leave me like that. I didn't care if it was embarrassing, I never cared what others think anyway, it was way beyond disrespectful. I think that that idea of him owning the world's female population must be erased from that tiny brain of his once and for all. Must be erased now.

I must know what he whispered before he's gone. I couldn't catch what he said because of the loud music. I need to know. I must know. I have to know. I think It just became my priority to find out.

I move from the dance floor and go look for him. I couldn't care less If it would take decades to reach him right now, I'd cross oceans just to mop the floor with his dignity.

Doesn't that sound hopelessly romantic !

Thing is, he's nowhere in sight. I looked everywhere. and as pethatic as it sounds, I even knocked on some doors upstairs in which I knew there would be couples getting in on. Ew !

After a while I decided that he left the party so I got to my car and took the way to his house which wasn't too difficult to find out since well it's the one and only Jayden Hoffmann and his fans , more like stalkers, are everywhere. Damn that would be creepy if I were him. Just the fact that everyone knew where I live freaks me out.

It was a long nervous angry drive full of thoughts and negative vibes because no one would be pleased to be in such a situation. Well to some , it might not be too bad and by some I mean horny chicks.

I'm standing in front of his house, you might expect me to say that it's like any regular expensive looking mansion with precious material but no This house is truly particuar. It looks like it belongs to people with taste, people who have their own way in living. Artists basically. In front me was a modern rock house. The rocky aspect with those huge windows that showcase the interior of the place once the lights are switched on is just too attracting for the eye that it makes you wanna stand there and stare at it all night. Which I did by the way until someone cut my zoning out moment by his car headlights and parking behind mine