**A/N**
God, Im seriously debating on stopping this book. I have soooo many better ideas. But I like it. I just wish I didnt have writers block!-Kelly
I woke up with a strong arm wrapped securely around me. I smiled and turned around to see Gage
sleeping quietly, a small smile on his face. His hair was messy, tangled up and which way and
what. I ran my hand through it and smiled, feeling his soft brown hair slip between my slender
fingers. His eyes slowly began to open and when he saw me, his arm automatically wrapped
tighter around me. “Hey Kitten,” he mumbled. His breath was warm, it still smelled of his usual
mint. I curled up in a little ball in his arms, ignoring him. “Well this is a turn of events, isn’t it?” he
mumbled into my hair. I immediately began to blush furiously. “You know I still hate you.” I said
quietly. I could feel the smile playing on his lips. “I bet you do, Madison.” he chuckled. My brow
furrowed and I scowled. “What’s that supposed to me-”
A loud knock on the door made me jump. Gage pulled me back down quickly. “Shh, just don’t
answer it and maybe they‘ll go away.” he mumbled, kissing my forehead, then down my temple all
the way down to my neck, leaving tingly sensations when his lips left the spot they had touched. My
face heated up again almost automatically. I shoved him off. “Back off,” I snapped, sitting up. Cold
air immediately made goose
bumps rise along my naked body. I shivered. I could literally FEEL Gage’s smirk burning through
my back. “See Baby? You’re cold. Come back down in here and lie next to Daddy like you did last
night.” he chuckled. Then time froze.
“Daddy?” I mumbled.
Come back in here and lie next to Daddy like you did last night, Baby.” I heard him say, trying to act
seductive. My stomach lurched, and I knew I was about to hurl if he kept up this disgusting act. “No.”
I stuttered, moving away from him. My body was aching and burning, blood caressing and sinking
into the sheets. I flinched. That was all from me?
“Dude, Gage, let me in!” A voice yelled from outside, fists slamming onto the door. Gage’s hands
were on my back, shaking me gently as I snapped back to my senses. “Are you okay?” Gage asked,
worry laced into his words. I shook my head. “Get away from me, Gage.” I snapped quietly, getting
up from the bed. I knew what his expression was. Shocked, confused…pissed. I didn’t dare turn
around to see it. I knew I was being a bitch about it, but to hell with it.
I snatched a blanket from the bed and wrapped myself in it, walking towards the door. “What the
hell-why wont you ever tell me what’s going on in that head of yours?” he spat from behind me, pure
fury and confusion plain as day in his words. I shook my head and opened the door, brushing past
the bulky guy standing there. “Because you wouldn’t give a shit.” I yelled back, ignoring the big guy
asking me what my problem was. I knew I looked stupid. I looked like some whore coming out of
player-bad-boy Gage’s dorm room, only a blanket to cover myself, sex hair and a red face, running
across the school grounds.
If you were anyone else, you’d think I were just some slut.
And you know what? I STILL haven’t gotten my bike back from the bar.
But worst of all?
Not telling Gage-just leaving and acting like I was so much better than him…
It kind of hurt. A lot.
**A/N**
You know when you get really sick of writing, but you feel like you shouldn't? Thats me. I love writing, but this book...
It's a rough draft gone horribly, horribly wrong.
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