Everyone Likes the Bad Girl

I Don't Really Know

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It's been a while, guys :)

I am SO sorry for not updating! I honestly have no excuse, I'm just extremely lazy :c I also got huuuge writer's block. I know, I'm that one author everyone gets frustrated with because I take forever to update. Once again, I'm so so so sorry, guys. 

By the way, where the heck did you all come from? Almost 400? Is this real? Thank you so much for reading my story, I hope you're enjoying it :)

Well, back to the story! I'll make sure to make this chapter a long one to make it up to you guys!

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 "Sera." Daniel whispered.

"What?" I mumbled back.

        It was dark. I felt his hand on my waist, but I couldn't see his face.

"Danny? What are you-" I started, but soon stopped when I felt his hand slide under my shirt, onto bare skin. His cool hands made me shiver.

"You are so gorgeous." He mumbled. My eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, and I could see the curve of his torso.

        He wasn't wearing a shirt.

        I opened my mouth, ready to ask a million questions, but Daniel stopped me from uttering a word and kissed me. All of my senses heightened and my heart raced as his lips crashed onto mine. I felt his hand on my waist and his body causing friction against mine. I was hungry for so much more, when he pulled away.

"Hey, where'd you go?" I whimpered.

"Seraphiel, I love-"

        My mind rushed back to reality while my body was being shaken vigorously, throwing me out of my dream. Two small hands were on my arm, wiggling me as violently as possible.

"Sera."

"Go away."

"C'mon"

"Let me sleep." I whispered to the unknown voice that was trying to coax me out of bed. 

"Get up."

        I ignored their orders and turned to my side, rolling away from the source of the voice.

"Guess I have no choice."

        Suddenly, I felt the blankets ripped away from me, and I gasped at the feeling to the cold air hitting my bare skin.

"I didn't know you slept in the nude." Steph spoke quietly, clearly entertained by my present state.

"I usually don't." I shout-whispered, reaching for the blanket she tore away from me. I was especially irritated, because she interrupted such a nice dream. Wait, what? Not a nice dream. A horrible, disgusting dream. I would never want him to touch me like that. She used the time while I was distracted to throw the blanket across the room and smile evilly at me.

"You're not going back to sleep." She stated, not giving me any room to defy her.

        I frowned at her words. I could tell it was nighttime, and I don't remember her sleeping over. "Why are you here?" I asked her, suddenly realizing the strange situation I'm in.

"Well," she smiled again, this time more sheepishly, "there's this huge party and, since it's friday night, I thought you'd want to go, but you weren't answering my phone calls and Ellen said you were sleeping, so I came up here and found you like this. I felt kinda bad waking you up, you seemed really happy. Were you dreaming about someone?" She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. I hid my face with my hair as I lied down, so she wouldn't see my blush.