My initial reaction was to chase after Archer, but the sinking feeling in my stomache of getting caught sneaking out while I was grounded pulled me back into the prisoned room.
He kissed me.
My hand instantly flew to my lips, gently touching where his lips had intertwined with mine. It had felt smooth, as if I'd known the kiss a million times, but every touch still sparked a wave of interest.
Hopeless, I flopped back into my pillow, a thousand thoughts racing through my mind. I tried to push them aside, but they fought back relentlessly
Holy crap, I can’t believe that just happened
He’s so hot
His lips were so soft...like one of those temperpedic mattresses...
I can’t believe I did that
...I CAN’T BELIEVE I DID THAT
I have to tell Kris
I can’t tell Kris
Wait..would he even care?
No, I can’t, what would he think of me
What would Damien think of me
Stop.
I jerked out of my train of thought abruptly. Why did I care what Damien thought of me? It was evident how little he cared about me. I felt myself tense up as my mind flashed back to the art room, the way he yelled at me, as if he had been waiting to tell me those words all his life...I didn’t understand.
I suddenly felt very tired. My explosive thoughts weighed me down, and slowly, I drifted off to sleep.
Hi guys! Sorry this is so short. I recently (today) decided to start writing again. It's been about two years so I might be a little rusty but I'll try my best and hopefully you enjoy it. Any constructive criticism would be great!
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Being Happy
Ficção AdolescenteAmber suffered a great loss, the most important person in her life, her dad. Before he died, his final wish was for her to be happy. A year later, she is living in utter depression. Her mom wants to reinvent their lives, and decides to move to Calif...
