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Hey guys! It's been a while..like a week or more, but I got soooo much writers block! Sorry. So so sorry! Might be writing another book. This books kind of like a rough draft gone wild, but it's fun to write, and hopefully fun to read! Bet you wont know what hit you when you read this!
Kelly!
PS: PICTURE IS OF GAGE. Or..what I think of him(:
http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=yj528&s=7
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It must’ve been like two AM when I got out of bed in my pink camisole and froggy pajama pants. My
feet moved me towards the door; and I swear to God I must’ve been a little more than half asleep
as I made my way across the school, the cold winter air nipping at my skin but still keeping me
asleep, and to his dorm room. I gently rapped my fist against the door and stood there waiting
silently. I even started slipping my panda slippers(don’t judge me) on and off because he was
taking so Goddamn long. I started humming Streetfight by Hedley to myself. Moments passed by,
maybe even two minutes, before I heard the dorm door creek open.
Then there stood Gage, rubbing his eyes in his shirtless glory, blinking to adjust his vision. I blew
my bangs out of my eyes and pouted out my bottom lip, looking up at him like a little girl with her
father. His eyes met mine. His expression looked as though he were smacked across the face,
recognition flooding through his eyes. “Madison?” he whispered, bewildered.
“I had a bad dream,” I mumbled, scrunching my nose. I looked down at the floor shyly, my hair
hanging over my face. I could feel his gaze on me still, as if analyzing what to do with the situation. I
started wiggling my toes in my slippers, staring at them like they were deformed aliens. “Take me to
your leader…” I mumbled, a smile cracking on my lips. I lift my thumb toe up and began to move it
around. “I am your master! I command you to leave!” I lowered my voice and started giggling. Gage
laughed a little through his nose, opening his dorm room door completely. “Come on in,
sleepyhead. Just don’t break anything. You look like a zombie.” he said, mumbling the last part. I
looked up at him and realized something. He was extremely…what’s the word? Handsome? I really
absorbed his features. His soft blue eyes, his messy brown mid-length hair, his curved
cheekbones…those lips… I was too tired to slap myself for saying such things, so I let my body do
the talking--something I would most likely regret in the near future.
I took a daring step towards him, letting my tired eyes meet his. I got on my tippy toes and reached
up, wrapping my arms around his neck. His eyes began to widen in uncertainty. “You’re pretty,” I
mumbled, a blush forming across my cheeks. His hot breath crashed against my face, as if
caressing my jaw with warmth. A small smirk crossed his lips, and yet I could tell he was as tired
as I was. “I am? Well so are you, Kitten.” he mumbled back, resting a calloused hand on my cheek.
It felt good, rough against smooth skin.
“Kiss me.” I said to him, not caring anymore about the consequences.
And boy, let me tell you, he did much more than that.
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