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Kiss Me
The Keatyn Chronicles [2]
Jillian Dodd
Bandit Publishing (2012)
Rating: ★★★★☆
Tags: ya romance, Young Adult
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I've always written scripts for my perfect life.
But no way could I have ever scripted this.
My life is so far from perfect, it’s not even funny.
All because of a stalker.
I’m at a boarding school where I have to lie about who I am.
I can’t see my family.
I’m tutoring a Hottie God that tortures me with his smile.
The most popular girl already hates me.
But there’s this boy.
This hot, sweet, sexy boy.
So I’m going to stop trying to script my life and just live it.
Because who knows how long I have left.
Table Of Contents
Title page
Copyright page
Dedication
Author's note.
Friday, August 26th
Saturday, August 27th
Sunday, August 28th
Monday, August 29th
Tuesday, August 30th
Wednesday, August 31st
Thursday, September 1st
Friday, September 2nd
Saturday, September 3rd
Sunday, September 4th
Monday, September 5th
Tuesday, September 6th
Wednesday, September 7th
Thursday, September 8th
Friday, September 9th
Saturday, September 10th
Sunday, September 11th
Monday, September 12th
Tuesday, September 13th.
Wednesday, September 14th
Thursday, September 15th
Friday, September 16th
Saturday, September 17th
Sunday, September 18th
Monday, September 19th
Tuesday, September 20th
Wednesday, September 21st
Thursday, September 22nd
Friday, September 23rd
Saturday, September 24th
Monday, September 26th
Author's Note
Acknowledgements
Other Books by Jillian Dodd
Other Books by Jillian Dodd
About the Author
Kiss Me Cover and Blurb
Jillian Dodd
kiss me
The Keatyn Chronicles
Book two.
Bandit Publishing
Stories about boys who will steal your heart.
Copyright 2012 by Jillian Dodd
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Bandit Publishing
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Edited by Rebecca Peters-Golden
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ISBN: 978-0-9850086-7-3
This book is for my family.
Thanks for allowing me to live my dream.
The Keatyn Chronicles are similar to a television series.
The books do not stand alone and this book begins the same night book one ends.
There is no recap of the story.
When you last left Keatyn, she was at the school carnival and had just died and gone to hottie heaven when Aiden kissed her on the Ferris wheel. After that, he took her over to the stage, where she learned she made the dance team.
She was dancing on stage with the rest of the dance team, all decked out ridiculously in red and yellow boas.
Peyton throws me pompoms, and I smile and dance while thinking about the craziness of today. All I have to say is: boarding school is no day at the beach.
It’s way more exciting.
Friday, August 26th
Like freaking Prince Charming.
8:30pm
When I come off the stage, there is Dawson. Staring at me.
Uh, make that glaring at me.
I owe him an apology, so I walk straight up to him and say sincerely, “Hey, I’m really sorry about what I said earlier. It was kinda mean of me.”
“You were sticking up for my brother because of what I said about him being the imitation, right?”
“Yeah. He looked sad when you said it, and I just reacted. I’m sorry. Really.”
“Don’t worry about it. It was kinda mean if you don’t know us, but he and I joke about stuff like that all the time. Plus he’s my little bro. I have to give him shit.”
I nod.
He lowers his voice and says, “And you’re right about Whitney. I do like her. Speaking of that, the guys told me Riley said you didn’t really do anything in your dorm room.
“Yeah, I was trying to stand up for him.” I laugh.
“You should be careful of him. He’s got a way with the ladies.”
“So I’ve heard. I told him I’d do my best not to sleep with him, so we could stay friends.”
“Riley with a girl for a friend? Hell, if you can manage that, I will be thoroughly impressed. Congrats on dance team. It’s a big honor. All the hottest girls are on dance team– well, except for Whitney.” He leans in close to me and whispers, “She doesn’t like to sweat.”
I can’t help but laugh and think about Vanessa. And then home.
And then I sort of feel like crying.
“Thanks,” I say, but what I’m thinking is that I just want an Ambien and my pillow. I’m so tired and so on stimulatory overload.
But then Aiden saunters up to me, gives me a big hug—which nearly stops my heart from beating—and says, “Congrats. You looked really surprised. I pretty much told you that you made it on the Ferris wheel.”
“The Ferris wheel is sorta a blur,” I say without thinking.
“A good blur, I hope. Hey, there’s all your friends, worshipers, whatever. I think they all want to congratulate you.” He stops and kisses my hand.
Yes.
You heard that right.
He kissed my hand. Like freaking Prince Charming.
Then he says, “Don’t forget, you owe me a dance or two tomorrow.”
“I won’t,” I say breathlessly.
And then, poof, he disappears into thin air.
And I wonder for a minute if he was actually real.
Can anyone else see this demigod?
Dallas, Riley, and all the freshmen boys I made friends with at orientation give me hugs, congrats, high fives, and pats on the back.
Dallas says, “You looked great up there. You hungry?”
I realize suddenly just how hungry I am. I was too stressed to eat dinner. “I’m starved! Let’s get something to eat.”
While I’m eating a freshly grilled Philly cheesesteak and homemade potato chips, Morgan comes trudging up to me, pushing a girl in front of her. The girl is also decked out in feathers.
“Meet your new roommate, Katie.”
Katie gets a big grin on her face and gives me a hug. “Oh, thank God! You made it. When they told me it was some girl that tried out, I was afraid she wouldn’t make it and would hate me. You cool with this? I sure as hell am.”
“Absolutely.” I turn to Morgan. “But I’m almost completely unpacked, so she moves into my room, right?”
“Yep. Molly and I will get everything moved tonight. Sorry. It just didn’t work for me.”
“That’s okay. No hard feelings,” I say.
Katie is adorable. Perky, bouncy brown hair with expensive highlights, button nose, and a sweet smile.
I introduce her to the boys.
“You guys want to go on the Ferris wheel?” she asks. She bounces when she says this, and her ample boobs shake just a bit. She is really quite peppy, and the boys are enthralled.
“You go. I’m gonna finish eating.”
Dallas says he’s going to stay with me, and then he sits down and says, “Plus, you already rode the Ferris wheel.”
“I did. Have you?”
“Yeah, I rode it, but I don’t think I had as much fun as you.”
“I take it you saw Aiden kiss me?”
“Yeah. And I’m okay with it. Last night was just, you know, we got high, we kissed. It was chill, right?”
He reminds me of Brooklyn even more with that comment.
“Right.”
“Now my friend, Riley, on the other hand, he didn’t look too pleased. You kiss him too?”
I purse my lips and look up at the sky.
“Look at me,” Dallas says. “The answer to that question is not in the sky. And don’t lie to me. I hate when people lie to me. And I can tell we’re gonna be friends. Good friends. I’m talking TIIIIGHT,” he laughs. “So just tell me.”
I spill my guts. The boy parts anyway.
“So I dated this guy for most of high school, but I always crushed on my best friend. We broke up this spring, and finally this guy, that B that texted me, kissed me. And I thought it would be amazing. But then he invited me to go camping with him and his friends, but then they left me. Like completely ditched me, and he acted like it was no big deal. And I thought he was hooking up with other girls that night. And I went to a party with this other friend of mine from school. And that same night, he told me he’d had a crush on me and asked me to go out with him. And I ended up losing my virginity to him, instead of the B guy, who I always dreamed it’d happen with. But then that didn’t work out. That’s an even longer story. And so then I got back with B and we had an amazing summer together, but then he told me he was going away for, like, a year. And then the whole thing happened with the, uh, with my parents moving, and I ended up here. He said we are young, that if we’re meant to be together someday we will, that we should date other people, that he will be dating other people. And I was kinda crushed. But then last night at the cave was fun. I mean, I’d go there with you anytime, and I’d kiss you again, for sure. You kiss good. Like sweet.”
He smiles.
“And really, I thought Riley was kind of a conceited jerk, but in a hot way, you know. And then I kicked the ball in the goal and saw the God of all Hotties.”
“Who?”
“Oh, that’s what I called Aiden before I knew his name. He, like, does something to me. It was love at first sight. Seriously. But then you guys told me he’s a player, and he pretty much told me the same. But when he talks to me, he’s not all smooth like I would expect a player to be. He’s nothing like Riley. I mean, at least with Riley you know he’s a player. He doesn’t try to hide it. But then Aiden brought me lunch after soccer, and I thought it was sweet, but then he said this awful pick up line, and I was like whatever. But then right before I went to dance tryouts, he handed me a four-leaf clover, like, a real one, picked from the ground. And I wondered if he stood there looking for it or what. But I kept telling myself, no players. No players. Then Riley came to walk me to dinner, and I wasn’t quite ready and . . .”
Dallas says, “Riley already told me how you stood up to his brother. He really liked that you did.”
“Good. Riley is hot. And if anything happened with him, at least I’d know what I was getting into. Like, I would know it’s just a thing. Just a hookup. But then Aiden kissed me on the Ferris wheel and, I swear, I couldn’t even breathe. Like, I have never felt like that before. And this time he didn’t say anything stupid or cheesy. He was sweet, and I think I’m falling in love with him. No. I am in love with him. But I know that I can’t be. So I won’t be seeing him anymore. I mean, I’ll probably see him around, but I’m not gonna fall for him and then have him decide I’m not it. So basically that’s it. I’m done with boys.”
Dallas laughs at me. “You’re funny. I didn’t know I was gonna hear your life story. So, I hear you’re supposed to go to a party with Riley tonight.”
“Well, if he saw the kiss, he probably won’t want to take me anymore.”
“Oh, no. I think he will. Dawson told him that he heard you two hadn’t really done anything and that if Riley didn’t make a move then he was going to, tonight. So just know, Dawson is interested. And be careful.”
“I’m not interested in Dawson. He’s got it bad for Whitney. And messing with Dawson would probably not be a good thing, even if they are broken up.”
“Yeah, they used to date. Like all sophomore year and most of last year. She broke up with him when Peyton started dating a college guy. She sounds like one of those girls that has to have the best of everything. I heard she dumped him because she had to one-up Peyton. Riley hates her. Says it devastated Dawson but, of course, Dawson wants her back. I did hear, though, that Dawson’s been playing pretty heavily. Riley says they had a wild summer.”
“Damn, Dallas. You’re good for all the gossip.”
“He’s not the only one that’s got this place wired,” Dallas says with an easy grin.
“So, what do you know about Peyton? She seems nice when she’s not with Whitney but, then, when she’s with her she acts like she doesn’t even know me.”
“I’m not sure. I get the impression that people are kinda scared of Whitney.”
“There’s a girl like that at every school. So, do you think I can take off this stupid feather crown?”
“You better not. Here comes Tyrese.”
Tyrese sits down with us and rests his muscular arms on the table. “So, congrats. Dance team is cool. You getta come out and shake that ass for the football team.”
I scrunch my nose up, cuz shaking my ass for the football team wasn’t exactly why I tried out. Actually, I’m still not sure why I tried out. But I do know that I loved being up there dancing. It was really fun.
He lowers his voice. “So the party tonight, moved to plan B. You understand?”
“Yeah.”
“You know how to get in and out of the dorm without getting caught?”
“Uh, no.” Shit, the party must be after curfew.
“What floor you on?”
“First. 6B.”
“Well, aren’t you just the lucky girl?” Okay, so all the outside doors have alarms on them, and I’m sure they told you the whole place is wired, right?”
“Yeah, they did tell us that. They also told us about all the trouble we’d get into if we got caught outside the dorm after curfew.”
“You won’t get caught if you do it right, okay?”
“Okay.”
“The biggest problem will probably be your roommate. I heard you have some girl that goes to bed at 9:30. Would she tell on you?”
“She would have, yes, but I have a new roommate. We switched. I’m roommates with Katie. She just made dance team. She’s the really cute petite one.”
“With the huge boobs?”
“Um, yes.”
“Dayuuum, you can just bring her along. Introduce her to Tyrese.”
“Okay. She seems fun, so I’m sure I can talk her into it.”
“Solid. Okay, so what they didn’t tell you is that the doors are wired, but the windows aren’t. All you have to do is report for curfew, then, about an hour after that, sneak out your window. Check your window, make sure you can get in and out of it. Wait, did you say 6B? Damn girl, that window has got WD40 all up and down the sides of it. It glides like a dream. Effortlessly and quietly. Little honey of mine, graduated last year, that was her room.”
Dallas and I laugh.
“So, curfew is at twelve tonight. Be there at one.”
“Wait. How do we get in?”
“Oh, shit. I almost forgot. Your dorm faces the woods. Walk that way, so no one sees you. The second window will be open. Just climb in and take the stairs up to the party. If you have any trouble, text me. Here, give me your phone.”
He grabs my phone, puts in Tyresebaby and his number, winks at me, and leaves.
“You gotta take me to one of these parties,” Dallas tells me.
“Let’s wait until I’m actually invited myself, and then you’re in. And before the others get back,” I say as I see them walking toward us. “Anytime you wanna go back to the cave, you text me.”
He’s kissing my soul.
1:15 am
Katie is excited to go to the party. She’s been chattering nervously about it for the last hour while we unpacked all of our clothes and put them away. She’s also a junior, who has apparently been on the waiting list since freshman year. They told her they had a last minute opening a couple weeks ago, and she decided to come even though her friends and boyfriend thought she was nuts.
We checked our window and, as expected, it glided effortlessly open. She wanted to leave at 12:55, so we would be there right at one, when the party supposedly starts. But no way was I going to look like an overeager B-list actor trying to get into an A-list party. I told her we weren’t leaving until 1:15.
At least.
At 1:15, she can’t wait any longer. She’s had two Red Bulls and is bursting at the seams.
Katie climbs out the window quite gracefully. I pretty much fall out of it and into the bushes. I’ve never had to sneak out before.
“How did you do that?” I ask her as I’m picking leaves off my shorts. We had a big dilemma about what to wear tonight. She wanted to be all decked out. I thought maybe we should look more casual. Pajama party casual. We discussed it for about an hour. Killed some time at least.
“Get out of the window without falling?” she whispers. “I snuck out my window at home all summer to see my boyfriend.”
“And what exactly were you doing with your boyfriend in the middle of the night?”
She smiles and blushes. “Well, you know. Mostly, we just made out, but toward the end of the summer we started having sex. Well, we did it a few times anyway. It was so awkward. But we were both virgins, so I wasn’t really expecting much.”
“Well, when you do it again, hopefully it will be with someone more experienced. I liked it. A lot.”
“Like tonight? Do you think that stuff goes on at this party? I really have no idea what to expect.”
“I would guess it’s like any party. Drugs. Alcohol. Hooking up.”
“I can’t get drunk. I’m not much of a drinker, and I’ve never smoked or done any drugs before.”
“Only have two drinks, then. If you get all drunk, stupid, and loud, you won’t get invited back.”
“We want invited back. They’re hot!”
“Shhh! Exactly. And we need to be quiet.”
We sneak over to the Hawthorne dorm and find window number two open as planned. We slide in and go up to the plan B room.
Isn’t Plan B like the morning after pill?
Yikes. Hope that isn’t indicative of how the night will go.
The door to 38B is wide open, and there are about twenty people crammed into the room. Well, twenty-two now.
Tyrese is standing by the door. He says, “Keatyn, baby, who’s your friend?”
I introduce him to Katie, and leave them to talk. If I have learned one thing from my mom, it’s how to work a party. Never stay up front. The good stuff is always in the back. And always make a full sweep of the room before you stop to chat.
I’m specifically looking for something to drink and for Riley. Instead, I get to the back of the room and find an entire keg of beer, with Dawson pumping it.
He sees me and says, “Damn. I didn’t know this was a pajama party. I like seeing what you wear to bed. Want me to take my clothes off and show you what I wear?”
I’m wearing a pair of fuchsia and black striped Juicy Couture sleep shorts, a little white tank top, and black Koolaburra boots.
And I’m kinda bad, but I’m still wearing my leopard-print bra underneath.
And I was wrong. Very wrong. No one else is in pajamas. They are still all decked out. Whitney especially.
Nothing like being a fashion disaster at my first party. I should have called Kym for advice on what to wear. I look like a middle-schooler going to her first pajama party. I’m such an idiot. I should know better than this. L.A. is the capital of dressed-up casual.
But screw it. The way Dawson is staring at my tank top, I don’t think he cares what I have on. And for some reason, having this gorgeous guy stare at my chest when I look ridiculous makes me feel bold.
I take a step closer to him, grab the beer out of his hand, and take a big drink. “I never said this is what I wear to bed.”
“You really shouldn’t flirt with me. I told my brother that if he didn’t get busy with you, I would.”
“I’m not flirting with you, and I don’t wanna get busy with you.”
“Oh, yeah, you do. You just won’t admit it yet.”
“Where is your brother anyway?”
“Hasn’t shown up. Loser probably fell asleep and is busy having some little boy wet dream about you.” He grabs my waist, much like his brother did earlier, and pulls me toward him. “How about I show you?”
I take a long, slow drink of his beer. Trying to cool him down. But it doesn’t work, because he’s peeking down my tank top, eyeing my bra, then putting his hand up to touch it.
And, yeah, you know who chooses this exact moment to wander up to the keg.
The Hottie.
In the flesh.
“Stop that!” I tell Dawson, smacking his hand away.
He releases me from his grip and says, “S’up, Aiden?”
Aiden scowls at him. “You’re never gonna get Whitney back doing shit like that. She’s giving you the death stare.”
We all turn and look at Whitney at the same time, but it’s clear she isn’t giving Dawson the death stare. She’s giving it to me.
Shit.
Dawson looks like a little boy who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I almost feel sorry for him.
Aiden turns to me and demands, “Come with me.”
He pulls me down on a futon next to him. On the other end of it is a couple furiously making out.
“What are you doing at this party?”
Just who does he think he is? “I was invited. Dawson invited Riley and me, and then Tyrese told me to bring my roommate.”
“I don’t think Riley is even here.”
“I know. I haven’t seen him yet.”
“So, you like beer?”
“Yeah, it’s fine. I’d rather have a bottle, like a Corona or something, but it’s whatever.”
“I’ll see I have it next time.”
“You’ll have it? You act like this is your party.”
“Well, that’s because it is. My room. My party.”
“Well big shot, if that’s the case, what do you have besides beer?”
“You do drugs?”
“No! Do you?”
“No, I’m not into that shit, but plenty of people here are.” He nods his head toward Whitney, who snorts cocaine out of her fingernail and then starts making out with Jake. “I just smoke some.”
“Yeah, me too.”
He flashes me a grin. “Tell you what. Come across the hall to Bryce’s room. That’s where we keep the good stuff. I’ll make you a drink.”
He leads me out of the party and across the hall, opens the door to an empty dorm room, turns on a lamp, then gently pushes me up against the door and kisses me.
Again, it’s a slow, soft, amazing kiss. The kind of kiss that makes me feel like he’s kissing my soul.
Oh my gosh. What the heck does that even mean? Kissing my soul? I’m seriously losing it here.
It’s official. Almost getting kidnapped has affected me. I definitely have some sort of post-traumatic stress thing, and the symptoms must include having irrational thoughts about Hottie Gods.
Aiden’s hands are very appropriately placed around my waist and are not moving.
Damn it, man.
Move your hands.
Kiss me with your tongue.
Take my shirt off.
Attack me already. Please! I can’t take it anymore.
But I don’t say any of that. I just savor each and every slow, amazing, and tongue-free kiss.
Maybe he was born without a tongue, I think for a brief second, but then I realize that I am dumb because he wouldn’t be able to talk if he had been, now would he?
He stops kissing me and looks deep into my eyes. I seriously should have guzzled a few shots the second I got here.
But I had no idea he would be here!
The way he’s looking at me is sorta unnerving but, at the same time, like the kiss, it electrifies me. His face is close to mine, but not so much that he is, like, blurry to look at. I figure if he can stare at me, then I can stare back.
And I take in every curve and angle of his face.
The way his jawline is flexing slightly. How his eyelashes are a dark, dark brown and curl upward. How he has a sexy teeny freckle just to the side of his left cheek. How his textbook lips are the exact color of the pale pink roses Tommy gave Mom for their anniversary, and how the sides of his mouth are turning up, starting to smile at me. He blinks slowly. When his eyes open, I study the emerald green of his irises, how they have little flecks of blue in them and maybe even a little gold around the edges. I feel like time is standing still again.
He slides his hands up into my hair and leans in to kiss me again. My body is trying to be good, but I can’t stop it from leaning into him. Melding to his body. I could stay this way forever.
He stops kissing me, looks deeply into my eyes again, and tells me he loves me.
Oh, wait.
He didn’t say that.
I just thought that.
Well, I thought his eyes told me that.
Shut up! It’s what it felt like.
And what the hell is with the going so slow? Does he not want to make out with me? Is he gay?
Finally he says, “You should probably go back and check on your friend. Those guys will get her drunk and take advantage of her.”
“We didn’t drink before we came. She can’t be drunk yet, and you promised me a drink.”
“Also, I don’t want people to notice we’ve been gone very long. They’ll think we’re having sex. We don’t want to ruin your reputation on your second day.”
“I think maybe you just don’t want to be alone with me. I don’t understand. You act like you’re all into me, but then we barely kiss.”
I get irritated and frustrated by this, but no way am I going to be the one to move things along.
And I thought he was a player.
So why isn’t he trying to play me? To use me? To take advantage of me?
I shoulda pretended to be drunk, maybe?
He doesn’t really say anything to me, just shakes his head and says, “You just don’t get it, do you?”
And I’m thinking, no, I’m obviously not getting it tonight.
“Apparently not,” I say. Then I storm past him, across the hall, and back into the party.
But I don’t really feel like partying anymore. I want to go home and cry. And what the hell don’t I get?! I mean, besides a good make-out session with the God of all Hotties.
I look around for Katie, find her swigging whiskey straight from the bottle and sitting on Tyrese’s lap.
They start to make out.
Oh, sure.
Dawson gets up off his chair, practically knocking the girl that was sitting on his lap onto the floor, stalks over toward me, grabs me, and pulls me into a kiss. A big, sloppy, wet kiss. An all-sorts-of-tongue kiss. A kiss I was totally not prepared for and am not enjoying in the least.
I pull away from him and run out the door.
Then I sit out in the hall and start to cry a little.
What am I doing here? I just want to go home. But I can’t. Maybe not ever.
Aiden slides down next to me. “Why are you crying?”
“Because he ruined my lips.” Oh. Why did I say that?
“How so?”
And I can’t lie to this boy. “They don’t taste like you anymore. They taste like whiskey and cigarettes. He’s a horrible kisser.”
“He’s drunk and sloppy.”
“You’re not.”
“Let’s get your friend, and I’ll walk you both home.” He seems like such a gentleman.
Or does he want to get me back to my room? Sneak in with me? No. We were already alone. And he didn’t try anything. I don’t think he likes me.
He just wants me gone.
I guess he figured it out quick, like he said.
“You don’t have to do that. I can get us home. Plus, I get it. You already figured it out, right?”
“Figured what out?”
“You know. What you were saying about the one.”
“You’re so cute, and you’re making no sense. Come here.”
And I do. Straight to his lips. And get another long, slow, delicious kiss.
“Better?”
“Much better.”
Kissed so many boys.
4am.
Katie is asleep and snoring lightly. I can’t sleep.
Every time I close my eyes, I keep reliving my kisses with Aiden.
I’m usually not this kind of girl. The kind of girl to think she’s in love with someone the second she meets them.
Yes, I know I say that I fell in love at first sight with Brooklyn but, the truth is, I was barely fifteen and didn’t know any better. What I had was a huge crush on him. The crush turned to love somewhere in the two years that we were friends. For someone that had traveled the world, my world got very small when I went to high school. Brooklyn always reminded me that there was more to life than the perfect outfit. He and Damian have always been very positive influences in my life.
And I know I told Cush that I loved him at my party. But he bought me boots! The. Perfect. Boots. And I maybe got a little caught up in the moment. Cush is sexy and sweet and it’s easy to let yourself get caught up in moments with him. I should know. I lost my virginity to him in one of those moments. And I miss him. I do.
But.
Aiden.
Aiden is nothing like Brooklyn. Nothing like Cush.
I don’t even really know him.
Yet I feel like I’ve known him forever.
Part of me—probably the part of me that likes to cry at cheesy romance movies—hopes it’s true. Hopes it was love at first sight. That something so amazing could really happen to me.
Then there’s the other part of me. The cynic. She thinks that I must be having some sort of emotional crisis from almost getting kidnapped and that’s what is causing me to think irrationally about him.
I mean, I have to be a little bit scarred from all this, don’t I?
But then there’s the part of me that wants to bolt open my window and sing love songs with the birds chirping outside.
But I also feel like I’m in mourning. Mourning that I ended things with B and that I confused the issue even more by sleeping with him before I left. There’s part of me that’s mourning what could have been with Cush. And there’s another part of me in mourning because I miss my family. Because I don’t know when I’ll get to see them again. About how I’m here all alone.
But.
Aiden.
No matter what my brain is telling me, my heart knows.
I decide to text Mom, hoping she’s still awake.
Me: How did you get Tom to fall in love with you? You said you knew instantly. Did he?
Mom: He knew it too. I could feel it.
Me: How do I make the God of all Hotties fall in love with me?
Mom: Isn’t it a little fast? It’s been a day.
Me: Yes, it’s too fast. But I cannot help it. I am in LOVE with this boy. And all he will do is kiss me! And I’m talking a NO TONGUE KISS!!! Other boys make out with me, why won’t he?
Mom: Other boys?! Just how many boys have you kissed?
Me: Uh, like three.
Mom: !!!!!!!!! You don’t want to get a bad reputation your first week! Why have you kissed so many boys? Did you get drunk? What kind of place did we send you to?
Me: Calm down. And no. I kissed this boy, Dallas, the first night. It was like fun, and he’s sweet, but it’s like a friend thing, a chill thing. Then the god kissed me on the cheek and gave me a four-leaf clover and it WORKED! I made Varsity soccer AND the dance team! Oh and this gorgeous guy kissed me too, but he was drunk and it was gross, so it really doesn’t count. So two, technically.
Mom: Dance team? Really? I’m so proud of you!
Me: I got to dance on stage tonight, Mom. I loved it. Loved being up there. Back to the hottie.
Mom: You belong on a stage. You always have. And the god sounds sweet.
Me: But that’s just it. He IS sweet. And he’s supposed to be a player. He had 8 gfs last year. He gets kinda flustered when he’s around me. Players don’t get flustered, do they? And the things he does to me!
