**A/N**
Okay, so remember how Gage had a motorcycle she rode? WELL ACTUALLY, HE NOW HAS A CAR. It'll be said in this chapter, and just letting you know, the marks and writing(you'll see) were actually made at that time that she stole his NOWW CARR. It just didnt say it.(: And Im too lazy to change it right now. BY THE WAY, FIRST FULL CHAPTER WITH A LOT OF GAGE'S POV.(: And I got to introduce a new character...KYLE. So without further ado...CHAPTER SIX!
Gage's POV
GAGES POV
I stood there in front of Madison’s dorm room door labeled with the faded brass numbers 42. I
couldn't help but to feel something was wrong with her lips meeting mine. It was a feeling I never
would’ve imagined. It was like fireworks clashing with lightning bolts. Totally not expected from a
kiss from her. But then again, I wasn’t expecting the kiss at all.
It’s kind of funny; if someone told me I was going to kiss Madison not even thirty minutes ago, I
would’ve beaten them down and brought them to an asylum. It’s just THAT weird. No, it’s that
INSANE.
I turned towards the exit and started my way to the doors, avoiding detection by anybody,
especially one of my friends. They’d go crazy if they found out what I was doing in this wing of the
school. I reached into my pocket and took out a pack of my Marlboros and a lighter, lighting one of
the cigarettes as I opened paint-chipped red doors leading to the bright lit skies of the parking lot.
As I walked down the cobblestone pavement with a lit cigarette at hand, I couldn't get the feeling of
her kiss out of my mind.
The hell is wrong with her, I thought incredulously, first she kissed me and now she shoves me out
of her dorm room. Probably couldn't handle a stud such as myself.
I snorted. “Yeah, Madison’s just a freak. She probably hasn't had a guy in general, nonetheless one
like me,” I mumbled, taking my keys out of the back pocket of my jeans, “but whatever, her attitude
won't get her far anyways." I muttered to myself, lifting the cigarette to my lips. The cherry head
glowed as I inhaled. My eyes squinted against the plume of smoke, the acrid odor of tobacco
lingering in the air. I had finally reached my rust covered Challenger, but stood there wondering
anyways, twirling my keys on my finger.
Suddenly I felt a hand on my right shoulder, and I turned around only to be nearly punched by a
chubby looking fist. I quickly flinched and took a good look at Kyle. A well rounded boy at 20 and as
tall as a truck. His chin beard and buzz cut were new to me.
"Ha! I told you I could make you flinch!" He raised his raspy voice affected by the years of smoking. "I
saw you come out of the ladies dorm. How'd you get in without being seen, asshole?" As much as I
wanted to punch him on the spot, I managed to loosen up and reply in a low tone. "I don't know bro,
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RomanceMadison Anderson is a girl with problems. Well, it depends how you look at it. She's haunted by the memories of her dead mother and her abusive father, she's what people would call bi-polar(though she doesn't think she is) and her friends never got...
