This chapter is gonna come as a shocker to most of y'all… so brace yourself!!!

I wanna leave this up fer a lil while and then I'm gonna post a new chapter that might come as shocker as well…

*EviL LauGh* MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

Have fun reading…

*Hugs N Kisses*

~*!*~ JaDe ~*!*~

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Dear Diary,

Every time I see Adam, he gets sexier and… yummy… and hot… and… delectable… I just wanna bite him. I don't know what's wrong with me! I feel like a stupid high-school chick that has a crush on some hot jock.

Like today, Adam and I were having a conversation, and my hair was kind of messy 'cause I had been working out. There was a strand of hair over my eye, which I blew on constantly – at least during ¾'s of the conversation. And he saw how it was getting me aggravated, and so he brushed it away. I thought I was going to die. I've touched Adam before, but this touch was… oh my God… so wonderful.

Although he brushed it away in milliseconds – no… in nanoseconds … there was like this… electricity that just flowed through me. It was really cool. I wanna go touch him again! Hehehe…

~ Amy

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Dear Diary,

Two months later, and sooooo much has gone on!

First of all…I did it.

I touched him again. I made love to Adam Copeland.

It was the most beautiful experience ever. Even greater than Matt. Adam's in such great shape and he looked so damn sexy. It was one of the best experiences of my life… I wish I 'd done it sooner…

And where was Matt when all this happened? Waiting for me at the bar for hours…

~ Amy

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Dear Diary,

I keep my distance from Matt, and I can see it's hurting him. He hasn't really been sleeping or eating. He's starting to lose weight, and he looks horrible. I think it's because of me. I'm putting him through depression… but who the hell cares? I screw Adam every night.

~ Amy

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Dear Diary,

Two nights later. I feel well enough to write.

I went to this party with Adam and I got so drunk. We had sex later that night, and I can't remember if we used a condom.

This is the longest hangover I've ever had. I still feel like shit, but it's a billion times better than how I was feeling two days ago.

Matt asked me why I was so drunk and I lied and said I went to my cousin's bachelorette party. He believed me, that dumbass.

Anyway… I don't feel so emotionally hurt anymore. I don't know what it was. I think it was just Matt, although he's never really done anything to hurt me.

I feel so good being with Adam. He treats me like a person. He's interested in meand not rolling around on a mat with some fat, sweaty guy… like some other people I know. *coughMATTcough*…

~ Amy

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Dear Diary,

I feel like a broken typewriter. I skipped a period.

~ Amy

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Dear Diary,

It's three days later, and I still haven't gotten my period. I didn't tell Adam anything, yet. I've just been moping around in my hotel room.

~ Amy

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Dear Diary,

I finally bought a pregnancy test. It's lying on the bed, and I'm afraid to touch it. I don't wanna find out… but I have to… I'm going to go check… I know you're just a book with a bunch of paper, but… wish me luck…

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I just finished checking. It took me almost twenty minutes. I can't stop crying. It came out positive.

~ Amy

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