Hello Everyone <3
First of all, just to let everyone know, the youtube video I uploaded on here, is my bestfriend singing her original song. It kind of fits this part of the story well, so i had to use it! Check it out!!
I finally got Part 5 done, haha it took me a while though, lifes starting to get busy apparently. Like always I want to thank everyone who is voting and commenting, mainly the people who are commenting.
*stares at all the voters who didn't comment*
Haha But yah Thank you, and PLEASE if you like the story keep commenting! =) And to my 'Dangerously Forbidden' lovers, chapter 7 well be up by tomorrow! I know.. I'm slacking. Teehee.
But yah thank you guys, and I hope you like this part as well! <3
P.S *A Random Thought* Have you guys ever noticed how the word 'Guy' Referres to a male, you no a boy or a man what ever. You never say 'Hey Guy' to a girl...And yet if you add an 's' to guy, it become 'guys' which can referre to both males and females. Weird eh?
Anyways... Back to the story!
The sun was setting as I stared out my bedroom window. The sky was a breathtakingly beautiful shade of pink as the sun faded out of sight on the horizon. I let a loud sigh escape my lips as I thought about my day at school. I still couldn't decipher the mixed signals Damen had been sending me. Maybe there was a man code to crack to understand this type of behaviour?
After the little incident in the janitor's closet and the verbal warning from the bitch squad, I hadn't seen Damen for the rest of the day. He tried to tell me he liked me and denied Tiffany and Jessica's seductive advances; indicating I was more than just a conquest. But then, just when I thought maybe something could happen between us, he turned around and proved me wrong once again.
I walked over to my bed and flopped down with frustration. Ever since Friday night, I couldn't seem to get this stupid boy out of my head. I mean, sure, he took my virginity away, but that still did not reserve him a spot in my heart! Any guy who could treat a girl with such disrespect deserves nothing more than to be punched right in the face.
The sound of something hard hitting glass interrupted my thoughts as I rolled my head to the side and looked at nothing but the night sky through my window. Must of just been my imagination, I thought to myself as I went back to staring up at the ceiling; willing the answers to be written there or praying for a divine intervention.
The sound came again, causing me to spring up into a sitting position. I stared out my window as if expecting to see something. But, frankly, I was on the second floor so what was I intending to see? A blind woodpecker, who couldn't tell the difference between glass and wood, perched on my window sill chipping away at the glass? Yah, I highly doubt it!