"What are you smiling at?" I asked.
"Nothing." He murmured, putting his hand in my hair and pulling my face towards his. "Nothing at all."
He pressed his lips to mine and I closed my eyes.
Here we go again, I thought.
I closed my eyes, letting him kiss me. God I really liked him, I actually liked him alot and now here he was, kissing me again.
I couldn't get carried away, I wouldn't let myself. This was bad, this needed to stop, I needed to stay away from him.
"Stop." I murmured.
"Mhmm."
"Seriously, stop. I'm not doing this again."
"Of course your not." He whispered, kissing me again.
Oh fuck. I couldn't help but kiss him back, it felt so fucking nice.
No no no no. What was I doing?
"Matt I'm serious." I said, pulling away.
"Serious about what?"
"This, this kissing and stuff."
"And stuff?" He smirked.
"Yes and stuff. We slept together in San Francisco but I'm not doing it again." I told him. "I don't do that, I'm not that type of girl, so it won't be happening again."
He looked at me, and the look on his face, he wasn't happy. "Are you serious?"
I knew it. Sex. This was all about sex.
I pulled away from him and sat up. "Yes I'm serious."
He just layed there, looking at me.
"I'm not sleeping with you." I told him again.
A look of anger crossed his face. "This is a fucking joke. I wish we'd never slept together in the first place."
That hurt, that hurt alot and I stood up.
"If that's the way you feel." I could feel tears threatening to fall.
I turned and walked out.
"Kylie wait." He called out.
Wait? Fuck him, just a typical guy, it's always about sex.
"Oh hey." Becca said as I walked past. "Oh, are you okay?"
"No I'm not." I sobbed.
"Will you stop." Matt said, following me.
"Just leave me alone." I told him.
I went up to my room and slammed the door.
Fuck this, fuck LA, fuck everbody. I needed to get away from here too.
