Chapter Fifty Two – Who's That Girl? Part 3
Saturday 7th November 2009
Beverly Hills
Hunter's Bedroom – 9.30 pm
If I was to identify marriage then it would be a social institution under which a man and woman begin their choice to live together bounded by the relationship of being a husband and wife by legal commitments and religious ceremonies.
Marriage between a man and a woman is ordained by god, because that is the innermost foundation to god's plan for the undying destiny of his children. What I belief is that marriage between two lovers can survive beyond death and into an eternal life beyond the imagination of humans.
Because that is what the strength of love is, it's beyond the imagination of humans, because there are only a few who have a clue of when love accrues.
"Suze," Zoe nudged me pulling me out of my trance.
"This can't be happening," I shook my head. "No, this can't be happening,"
"What are you talking about?" Hunter asked giving me a little shake, to snap me back into reality. "Adam just proposed to your friend,"
I looked over Adam and Ceecee. She hadn't let go of him, and he hadn't let her out of his hug. The atmosphere of love was suffocating me as everybody ran forward, screamed and yelled. The music was back on and louder than ever, deafening my ears.
"No," I took a step back.
"You're in shock. Zoe she's in shock, I'll take her to my room," Hunter told Zoë as I began to feel faint.
"In your room?" Zoe frowned at him. "Like I'll let that happen,"
"Just chill…I'm not going to hurt her," Hunter said and after convincing Zoe, he ushered me up the stairs and down a few corridors and at last his room came before us. He sat me down on his bed and I glanced around the luxury room. "Why did you react like that?"
"I…I don't know," I stared at the blank walls in his room. It was neat and clean. Everything had a place and everything was in place. But something was definitely not right, and I couldn't take it. "Hunter, we got to go down and tell Ceecee the truth and we have to do it right now,"
He closed his eyes and when he opened them again he let out a huge sigh. "What are you talking about Suze? You can't bring another person in on the secret. Look, it's cool, he proposed but it's still cool because I'm cool dude. We'll get through this,"
"Listen to yourself," I said disgustedly, "Do you even care about Ceecee? About her feelings? She's in love with Adam, she's putting all her trust in him, and he'll crush her. Hunter we got to do something,"
"We. We cannot do anything, Suze you will NOT tell Ceecee anything, you get that?" Hunter grabbed onto my arms and gave me a little shake. "Answer me, do you get that?"
"No I don't," I shook my head. "Hunter I was there, I went to Adam's house,"
"What?" He spat out releasing me from the tight grip. "And you didn't let me know? Suze how could you do that, what if something happened to you – wait - are you okay? Did something happen there?"
"There was a girl," I put a desperate hand on my forehead. "There was a girl and she was screaming 'let go!' but the guy wouldn't let her go. I don't know who's that girl but He hurt her and she was crying. Hunter I'm scared. Do you get that? Hunter I'm scared that Ceecee will get hurt like that. I can't let that happen,"
"Look…You – You just need to chill alright. Sit. Down," He sat me back on his bed and looked carefully into my eyes. I felt my eyes water up as he looked at me with pure concentration. "What exactly happen? Did you find the drugs?"
"Uh…Huh," I bit my bottom lip nervously. "They were in his room, I took photographs. But then somebody came so I had to run out, I blinded him with my camera in an attempt to escape. But now, now I feel awful. I feel awful because I left the poor girl with him; I don't want to even begin to imagine what he must have done to her. You hear all these things on TV about innocent girls' being-
"No. No Suze," Hunter cupped my sweaty face in his hands. "No don't think like that. You have to think positive okay. Suze look at me,"
I tried, I tried to look at him but I began feeling faint. My eyes rolled back and away from him to around the huge room. "I don't feel well," I whispered in anguish.
"Fine. You rest here okay, you'll be alright here, and I need to get back downstairs. Suze will you be okay on your own, I'll try to find Zoe and send her up here," He asked.
"I'll be fine," I nodded my head slowly.
"We'll talk about this soon okay, till then don't talk about it to anyone," He propped the pillow up and leaned me back on it. "Take care,"
"Thank you," I closed my eyes.
I heard him fumble around the room then leave closing the door behind quietly. I slowly opened my eyes and sighed miserably. I got out my diary from my bag and started writing in it, which is what I'm doing now.
I guess Hunter was right.
I am in slight shock. It's because of the crying girl in Adam's house and then Adam proposing to Ceecee. No wonder he had that steady grin on his face even though I threatened to tell Ceecee the truth about him. He's so devious.
I really can't believe how my life is changing. I really am frightened. That girl could have been anyone, it could have … have been me. It could have been Zoe or even Ceecee.
"Oh Ceecee!" I cried. "Why did you fall in love with such a guy?"
Love is like a flower, you've got to let it grow, because that is the only way that love goes on. Even if the smallest part of the flower loses its way everything will malfunction. The flower, the love will stop growing. It's in danger.
Ceecee is in danger!
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Saturday 7th November 2009
Beverly Hills
My Bedroom – 11.30 pm
"That's it!" I jumped up onto Hunters bed, in his empty luxurious bedroom, that could fit at least 50 people, gosh. "That's it I have to break them up! It has to be me because nobody else understands the danger Ceecee is getting into,"
I threw the pillow up into the air and then jumped up catching it securely into my arms. I fell heavily onto the bed and looked startled up at the ceiling, hugging the soft white pillow. "Oh dear god, forgive me for sounding strident,"
I don't know…How ready am I to take such an active role in splitting a couple up? A couple that has been together for nearly forever and have set the example of love in SM Beverly High, I don't see no other couple been given such respect and admiration, the way Ceecee and Adam receive it.
Students, teacher, everybody looks up to them.
And the true reality is that I can't see really what goes on inside Ceecee and Adam's relationship or what unconscious needs are being met or not met. What I can merely do is only just observe and listen to what I'm being told.
Observe his notorious behavior, his dark side. Listen to stories about him being a drug addict and or a drug lord. See the unsettled determination in his feisty eyes. Surely, all this is enough hard ground for me to even think about splitting the two up.
What other option do I have?
Frankly, I have no other option. They're already engaged; I can't let them get married; get bounded into the holy matrimony only to see Ceecee divorced after a while. It's much more terrible than it sounds.
"Argh!" I groaned fighting with the pillow.
"Eh…?"
My eyes shot open as I found myself not alone in the room. Embarrassed I quickly sat up adjusting my glasses on my face. "So typical for you to be caught like this, Suze you are blemished," I muttered under my breath.
"I think you're cute,"
I flinched.
I recognized that voice, a sudden rush down to my stomach. It was the familiar tone, the sensuous feel, the erotic temptation. "Jesse!" I gasped seeing him lean back against the closed door, a vague smile on his lips.
"What is Jesse doing here?" I rushed to get of the bed only to trip and fall onto a wooly mat which had the print of a tiger on it. The tiger seemed to be growling at me, viciously. Angered by my presence.
He chuckled at my clumsiness. "Never mind me. What is my little creepy toy doing here?" His eye brow arched and I gulped pulling my weight up to get myself standing straight. I was standing directly opposite to him, my beloved perverted prince.
"I was uh – well – I was resting," I tightened my lips together, still embarrassed as he caught me first fighting with a pillow on Hunter's bed and then falling to the floor, making a right fool of myself.
"On hunter's bed?"
My eyes widened as I looked at him, his cold expression raised the hair on the back of my neck. It was similar to expression he had when I was in Hunters arms. I lowered my eyes to the floor ashamed and let out a long sigh. "I suppose I was. What is Jesse doing here?"
"Do ya really wanna know?" He asked looking curiously sly.
"I…I guess," I said
"Alright if you say so," He started to unhook the belt on his jeans. I blushed taking a couple of unsteady steps back. I tripped yet again and fell back onto the bed. "What? I need the pot," He raised his baby finger up laughing.
Typical Jesse! Alarming me, making me blush and go red which just adds to the embarrassment that I feel.
Still laughing at me he disappeared into the bathroom. I waited patiently for him on the bed, tapping my feet on the wooden flooring, thinking of what conversation I could sparkle between us, in an attempt to spend even a minute with him. His presence alone was making me feel much better.
I was less frightened but for some reason I started to feel a little faint. Dizzy and unsettled.
Jesse came out of the bathroom and headed straight for the door avoiding any contact with me. He turned the knob on the door then pushed it slightly open, letting in the sound of SM Beverly High Students. "Is Jesse leaving?" I asked then bit my bottom lip when he looked back me. I didn't want him to leave; I wanted him to stay with me, by my side.
"Ya. Thought you'd want me to right? Go back to your jumping and wrestling with the pillow. Or was it 'resting' you said?" He said with an amused tone.
I stared at him for a second then chewed the tip of my thumb. My stomach felt feathery and throat tightened but I managed to choke out. "I don't feel very well."
He closed the door then leaned on it, crossing his arms, sighing as he spoke. "And what do you want me to do about that? I'm not a doctor," He looked so cool, so far yet close. His beauty looked even more deadly than usual; it was making my heart thud heavily against my chest.
I stopped chewing my thumb, clasped my hands together in my lap. "I know Jesse is not a doctor. But I want to talk to Jesse; I wanted to ask Jesse something,"
"First I thought it was respect but now I just realized what you do. Why do you talk to me in 3rd person?" He asked looking amused. "It's kinda…Kinda weird,"
I blinked.
I never realized that before. It has been nearly 3 months that I've known Jesse. But never have I addressed him by saying 'you' it's always been his beautiful name. Jesse Di Silva. I just can't get enough of saying it, of thinking it, of feeling it.
"I don't know why. I've never thought about it before," I said with a little shrug, chewing the tip of my right hand thumb again. Embarrassing, but I was feeling aroused just looking at him.
"Okay," He said. His face became a blank – no expression at all. He walked over to me, crouched down onto the floor in front of my trembling legs. He took hold of my hands and looked carefully into my eyes. After studying my face for a bit he placed a cold hand on my forehead. "You didn't take a drink from anyone did you?"
"I…Uh – No," I said rubbing my throat; I was fighting back the urge to kiss him passionately. "I want water,"
"Wait here," He instructed before leaving the room. He returned shortly holding a bottle of water. He opened the lid then placed the bottle to my lips. Watching him I drank the water slowly. I was so lost into his eyes that I managed to finish the whole bottle.
"Thank you," I said in a small whisper, putting a hand on the bottle to bring it down. He put it down on the bed and then looked at me expectantly. I blushed at our closeness; our shoulders were rubbing against each others. "Why is Jesse looking at me like that?"
"Didn't you say you had something you wanted to talk about?" He asked slightly confused. Then laughed. "Not the date thing again is it? I promised I'll take you one didn't I?"
"It's not that!" I reddened, the butterflies in my stomach started fluttering up to a new level. I lowered my head feeling nervous then lifted it up again after a while. "Doesn't Jesse see a difference in me?"
"Hmm…" He leaned closer to me squinting then leaned back. He cocked his head to the side, put on a confused expression then blinked his eyes. "No. No I don't see anything different from before,"
I took off my glasses and then looked at him again. "How about now?"
"Zilch," He shrugged
"Really?" I sulked.
Couldn't Jesse tell I had changed my face? Not even my clothes? What about the braids? Oh come on! Jesse had to have noticed my braids, the braids he picks on so much.
"Why, do you feel there is something different about you?" He asked curiously. "I'm trying, really I'm trying but I don't see anything, same dull face,"
I grunted grabbing onto my thighs.
"The idioticness is still there, the clumsiness-
"Idioticness is not a word," I gulped ignoring my hearts calls to him. If I tell him what's in my heart, wouldn't he turn away from me? My restlessness is increasing but how do I explain that to Jesse Di Silva, is he really that vague, can't he listen to the message that my heart is screaming out to him.
"I say it is," He pouted childishly making me smile with a sense of anticipation drawing me to him. He was becoming more and more of a magnetic. I was being Susannah Simon the positive pole, waiting impatiently, nervously for Jesse Di Silva the negative pole to advance onto me.
I'm told to feel a certain way, never let any guy take over me. Hurt me. But I couldn't help feeling it.
Couldn't he see it in my eyes? The eagerness to feel his touch, maybe it was my glasses, blocking the way. Whatever was blocking him I couldn't take it anymore, my heart neither would my mind let me hurt, torture myself in such a way.
Surprisingly, I cupped his face into my hands and lifted myself up onto him. Straddling him as I sat in his lap. He seemed startled as I brought his face right up to mine, so close that our noses were touching. "Now? Now do you see anything?" I asked him, breathing hard.
"I…Samantha. What-
I cut him off. I actually cut him off!
My first kiss was stolen by him; the last yet was begged by me. I kissed him. I kissed him keeping my eyes tightly close shut. And I couldn't stop kissing him. Love didn't seem to matter anymore, embarrassment something I couldn't sense and pain something I couldn't feel. All that was there was pure passion, an excitement, a strange craving to be able to touch him.
The magical charisma of his body awakened the desires inside me. Desires I never knew I had, passion that I didn't know I could show with such an outburst.
And Jesse.
He seemed really startled at first but then did full justice to me, kissing me back, full on my lips. Taking over me, he slipped quietly into my soul to fill my heart up with exploding fireworks, louder than the sound of the music vibrations echoing around the room.
And that's when I knew it.
It's not only saying that I love him that counts, its feeling him and making him feel my love that counts too. When I see Jesse I smile at him, when I hear Jesse I listen to him, when I touch Jesse I feel him, but when I kiss Jesse, I love Jesse!
As strange as it sounds.
I felt as though – I felt as though I could taste his soul. While I kissed him, I felt as though I could actually taste his soul. It was bitter and cold but captivating. Pulling me, more and more into him, causing me to push him down onto the bed, still keeping our lips engaged.
It's who you kiss… he's the one who you lose yourself into. Kissing Jesse made me realize something that I already knew, that I never want to kiss anyone else besides Jesse, the man that I'm very much in love with.
How long had we been there for? I didn't know.
But it was a long time, long enough for my jaw to start aching; a few tears trickled out of my tightly shut eyes. "He's my final destination; I'm on a path where destiny is taking me to him and only him." I thought to myself, feeling my sniffles arise. "Nobody else can allure me to them, the way Jesse does, no, not even Hunter."
Slowly.
Slowly I opened my eyes, letting tears flood down my cheeks and some land on Jesse's soft skin. I looked into his wide open grey eyes, like they were frozen in that way. They seemed to be shocked and yet accusing me of something.
"Jesse," I whispered releasing his lips from mine.
I couldn't hear the music anymore; I was deafened by the passion. All I could hear was the beating of my heart and the exact slightly faster beating of his heart. The world around us seemed to disappear and we were stock-still is our position, just staring into each other's eyes.
The silence was still. Everything seemed perfect.
Until…
"Suze!"
I cowered looking over to the wide open door and at the shocked expressions, staring at me with wide open eyes, hanging jaws. My ears began to hear again, hear the loud rapping music coming from the party down below.
How could I have forgotten that I was at a party? An SM Beverly High party!
"Suze," Carter gasped covering his mouth with a hand.
I looked from him, to Zoe then to Carter again. Then at the person that I most wanted to see yet I didn't. I looked down at Jesse who had then supported a grin.
"Uh…Suze," Zoe coughed trying her upmost best to hide her grin. She was trying to point something out to me but I didn't get it.
"I can't believe this," Carter took a step forward, looking from me to Jesse then back again. "Suze?"
And that's when I realized the compromising position I was in. Jesse was under me, lying on Hunter's bed, with his legs curved around the edge of the bed, touching the wooden flooring. I was sitting on him, on his crotch, slightly bending down towards him.
"Oh god!" I got of Jesse and ran out of the room, past the others and down the corridors wiping the tears off my face. Only to bump into Guy on the way.
"Hey! Braided girl, that is you, isn't it," He laughed looking high as ever, he stretched his arm around my shoulder and tried to pull me closer to him. I frowned twisting to get out from under his arm.
"I have to go," I waved at him as I jogged backwards; I turned around hurried down the stairs with my heart running close behind me. I stopped disgusted at a few guys with their hands in their trousers slagging off Hunter's mom's portrait. "Yuck!"
I continued to run away from what happened. I came to a halt when I reached the bar. I blinked then rubbed my eyes. "Oh my glasses!"
I looked back to where I was running from then sighed, couldn't go back. There was no way I could have.
"Hey!"
I jumped startled then bit my bottom lip looking up at Adam. His face was slightly blurry but I could tell there was a definite grin on his face. "Where'd you disappear to?"
"I…Adam," I caught my breath rubbing the palms of my hands together.
"I was starting to think you had gone home." He laughed the hideous, inappropriate laugh. "So what do you think? About my declaration of love to Ceecee?"
Trying to get confident I raised my head up high. "I was wondering," I said. "Did you use your drug money to buy her the ring?"
He started at me, started hard at me. I used his silence as a cue to walk past him in even composure, hoping desperately he wouldn't call after me, or follow me. Thankfully, he didn't. When I was certain that I was far away from him, I looked back.
He was at the bar, drinking heavily. He looked pissed off and I couldn't blame him, what I said was mean, it was awful, I shouldn't have said something like that.
I tore my eyes off him and gazed around the party. Everyone was drunk by then, dancing, drinking and kissing people mindlessly.
I backed away into a far corner, watching Robyn approach me. She smiled at me then asked where I have been, I told her just here and there, and then I asked her if she was enjoying herself. And she sure was!
"There you are!" Zoe and Carter caught up to me. "Oh hey Robyn,"
I looked at Carter and gulped. I thought he'll be angry, pissed at me but he wasn't. Well…Not at the start, he was more worried about me than annoyed.
Carter excused me and him from Zoe and Robyn. He took hold of my arm, lead me outside into the fresh air which I very much enjoyed but it didn't take long for the atmosphere to start sucking!
"What was all that about?" Carter asked me, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Suze did Jesse hurt you? Why were you crying? Why were you in that position? Did he force you? Oh god! He did didn't he, I can't believe it, it's a new low for even him,"
"No, no, no," I shook my head. "No Carter, don't say that. It's not what you're thinking,"
"Then – Then what is it Suze? What have you been hiding from me?" He raised a curious eyebrow. "What on earth were you doing in a bedroom with Jesse Di Silva? You know that guy has a bad reputation with virgins,"
"I…I'm not a virgin," I mumbled under my breath,
"What?" He asked
"Not a … a virgin," I coughed softly.
"What?" He repeated.
I bit my bottom lip leaning closer to him. I brought my lips down to his ear. "I'm not a virgin," I whispered into his ear.
"Yeah! I heard you the first time, I just couldn't believe it!" Carter shouted. I took a couple of shaky steps back away from him. I was shocked at his outburst and felt my eyes water again.
"No, no sorry," He reached out a hand to me.
"You're being mean Carter," I rubbed my eyes.
"I'm sorry," He pulled me into a hug. "I'm really sorry,"
"I'm sorry too," I sniffed into his shoulder. "Carter I really am very sorry,"
"Look," He said. "We need to talk okay,"
"We do," I nodded
"What's going on here, eh?" I and Carter pulled away.
Brad was standing there, pushing around an empty can of beer with his foot. It's the first time that I saw him today. He looked at me for a second and then blinked his eyes rapidly.
He pulled me away from Carter and just stared at my face making me blush. "Brad stop it," I said trying to cover my face with my hands. "You're embarrassing me,"
"Is that you…you Suze?" He asked not believing his eyes. "Wow…Where are you glasses, are you wearing contacts?"
"No…I…Well – I lost them somewhere," I gulped glancing over at Carter.
"Pinch me I'm dreaming," Brad said then Carter leaned forward but Brad slapped his hands away. "I'm kidding. Suze, what did you think of Adam proposing?"
I sighed. I had forgotten all about it. But before I could reply Brad had already started towards the party, somebody was calling him, Paul Slater to be exact.
Hey! Paul he's blond too!
No…No that can't be. Paul Slater is too much of a nice guy to be the evil guy that hurt the girl in Adam's house; it must have been Adam using an accent.
"Hello, Suze, you still there?"
I looked at Carter. "Carter we do really need to talk," I told him.
He tightened his lips, placing his hands on his hips. Somehow Carter seemed older and much more masculine; the frown lines on his forehead stood out and became attractive. Whoa…What was I thinking there?
Erase memory!
Carter suggested we should be heading home now and I agreed with him but asked him if maybe we could wait a little while. So that I could go for a walk around the outside of Hunter's mansion, just to freshen up and clear my head.
He didn't think it was a good idea but hearing me plead he said 'alright, it's going to take me time persuading Zoe to come out anyway. Meet me by my car, exactly in half-an-hour,"
"Thank you," I smiled at him.
He looked at me for a second then sighed turning away. He walked back towards the mansion and I watched him disappear round the corner. When he was certainly out of sight, I turned on my heel, looking up at the moon.
"What did I do? I will never be able to meet eyes with Jesse again. I'm so embarrassed," I sulked pouting up at the sky. "Maybe I should apologize to Jesse, it's the least I could do,"
"Ya, I think so too,"
I turned around so quickly that I nearly lost my balance and fell to the ground only to be caught in the secure arms of my prince. I raised my eyes to reach his and blinked at him. "Jesse,"
In a swift movement he pulled me up to my feet and then chuckled. "I'll never get tired of your clumsiness. But you do owe me an apology. Nearly killed me there, I was gasping for breath, dying there, praying to god to let me live another day,"
He acted hurt making me blush hard.
"Jesse is mean!" I pushed him back then started to jog away from him. I stopped when I got to a small patio on the lawn to the side of Hunter's mansion. I held onto a chair, keeping my eyes away from Jesse and his laughing mouth, his dimples, his gleaming eyes.
"Okay…Whatever," He turned me around to face him. He placed my glasses onto my face, pecked my lips then cupped my face into his hands. "I was kidding. You do look different; you look….like less of a creep,"
I looked at him for a sec then pouted pulling away from him. "Jesse is still being mean,"
"Hey! That was a compliment," He said sitting down at a chair.
I looked back at him, feeling my heart start to race again. I sighed, my lips turning into a smile. He looked cute, being childish. I know a side of Jesse that I guess nobody else knows. It's his best side.
"Shouldn't Jesse be inside?" I asked him, fiddling with my fingers.
"Jesse wants to stay with Ms. Creep. Can I do that? Do I have her permission?" He cocked his head to the side and looked so adorable that I could have kissed him.
"No!" My mind screamed. "You don't want to get in that mess again, do you?"
He held my hand, kissed it, looking up at me. "I want to stay with you tonight?"
I leaned down to him, "Then will Jesse promise me, he will come see me tonight?" I asked him reading the true expression on his gorgeous face. "Will Jesse promise to come?"
"I promise," He smiled.
He actually smiled!
He leaned forward and pecked my lips.
When I first met him I didn't know him at all. But when he kissed me for the very first time somewhere deep down inside me I was sure he's the one for me. And with every kiss he lays upon me I know for certain I'm only his and he's only mine.
I was sure that my feeling was true. I was certain that Jesse's promise meant something. But I could be wrong? And the reason for that could be Rebecca.
"Hey, it's you – you're the girl from before,"
I jumped away from Jesse and gazed over at the girl, the one that was crying before. "It is you," She placed her hands on her hips and stomped over to me and Jesse. "Oh great, so Jesse you have another victim, I see, very clearly,"
Oh no! Was Jesse who she was crying for?
"What are you doing here?" Jesse chuckled. "Rebecca don't you have a life?"
"I did, that's before I met you. Jesse I've been looking around for you everywhere, and you're here making out with some cheap bitch!" Rebecca pointed her finger to me.
I took a step back, away from the two. I couldn't believe it was Jesse who had broken Rebecca's heart. He's the reason she was crying. Him, Jesse Di Silva, my perverted prince.
The two started their own conversation. He laughed while she told him how much she loved him and how desperate she is to get him back, but he just continued to laugh. And I was forgotten, they forgot that I was even standing there.
Using my invisibility I ran away – well I crept away slowly at first – then I ran, ran as fast as I could, running into Carter and Zoe. I told them I wanted to get home as soon as possible because daddy called. I felt awful lying but had no other choice.
It was truly awful, sitting in the car, in dead silence. Even Zoe wasn't talking much, I knew she wanted to start on me about Jesse but she remained quiet because Robyn was also in the car plus Carter had warned her beforehand to not talk in his car, because he's got a headache.
Robyn was dropped off first. Zoe asked if she could stay over at Carter's much to Carter's dismay. I said she could because Jesse had promised me he'll come and see me tonight and even though my heartfelt broken I wanted to see him too.
We got to my house and Zoe said she'll call me tomorrow because we got a lot to talk to about. I nodded my head and then made my way into the house. It was dark and quiet. Nobody was up, except for daddy making his way up to his room.
He blanked me at first but when I called out to him he couldn't resist looking back. I knew he was expecting me earlier by the expression on his face, even though he didn't say it. The very few words he said to me were, 'I'm glad you had a good time. Good night honey, sleep well,'
He didn't hug me; neither did he kiss me good-night. He still seemed upset by me, making me feel sad. I already had a bad night and he was adding to the stress, to the misery. It hurt me that he didn't talk to me.
I ran up the stairs and threw myself, face down onto my bed. I was much prepared to cry. I was expecting myself to burst into tears and sob all night, but the tears would just not come. So I lay there, my face buried into my pillow which smelt of Zoe because it's the one she uses.
I don't know whether it was that I was angry? Angry at daddy for ignoring me, angry seeing Jesse with Rebecca, angry at Adam, angry at me for kissing Jesse. But I was angry.
And now I'm sitting here writing in my diary, waiting for Jesse to come. But he's not here yet; waiting for him to come is making me anxious and disappointed. I hope he hasn't forgotten the promise he made me.
My heart was lonely; he played such games with it that the memories are keeping me awake all night. After stealing my peace, sending my sleep winging away, Jesse please don't get lost in some bend in a road, please keep your promise.
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