I got really worried. Yea I did hate him but that does not mean I have to treat him like shit. I give him a hug and he embraces it. I then get away when I feel his hands getting lower in my body. I cross my arms and ask him, "Are you ok?". He then got all frustrated and started passing his hands threw his hair. he cupped my cheeks and slowly tells me,"No I'm not ok, I will never be okay. being ok is being with you. that will never happen I'm bad for you." I slowly told him,"of course you do deserve me, no worries I'm not that important." I then blushed like I never had he started laughing and said to me,"you are really important, at least for me, you are."
Meh asked me for a ride home any of course I had to give it to him he was drunk and sad, I felt as if it was my fault. I called my mom and asked her for permission. oh and guess what I had to drag him all the way to my car.
I got into his house and his mom told me that she was very great full . I then tried to get him out of my cat but I couldn't he told me that he would not let me go until he was asleep.
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Storie d'amoreOkay, first of all I should warn you that I have an funky grammar. Please if you see any mistakes try to ignore them or just tell me. This is my story. I'm really just a no one. No I'm not from the popular crowd and no one really dislikes me. It kil...