just how pitiful my typical day-to-da

o is now the queen bee and despises me to the cor

l be smitten with the

in the home, I said to myself, "Come on." The door of that room

d to spend my Friday night trying to get

it a

this was how I spent my Friday night

piti

en A

hat one man who 90% of the females lust over. He's a few steps up the soci

s status as a football player were all signs of perfection. I was in love with him because of t

ping over my massive canopy bed. Alright, I did like Austin Holden. I'm using the term "liked" a little loo

some of the prettiest, se

t Austin had left a note. I stumbled

come to your wind

de hair. Unless I was with Austin, I was the kind of person who never received a second look-and even then, it was usually a death gaze. I had o

ever it had to

h how I looked-basically, I was attemptin

utdoors, Austin was sea

n, get back in

und his drooping eyes. His toned arms were ba

, for cryi

pay att

d, "Cindyyy

you drunk?" Austin nodded slu

the home and down the st

I run upstairs and into Austin's room, a room I've been in a million times. The color blue served as his room's signature. everything from the carpet to his b

I called out. Austin looked around, perple

" he murmured in

when, when he gets drunk, his inner four-y

know I can't do that. With

ly don't need an explanation for that statement. No

be the best idea to add

ight." Austin descends the window ledge gradually, but h