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the competition is over

next chap is coming. it will the last and most likely be long and will take awhile.

ok ok im writing another one as a sequel sorta thing just cuze im in the mood.i originally wasnt going to write anymore after this but ive managed to make this story go somewhere so rejoice hehe. i wouldve made this one longer but wereleavin tomorrow for arkansas so i thought id post what i have.the next one i post im pretty sure will be the last chap for this, but it will be a long one unless i find a rly good place to stop. till thenyou can always read my other stuff you know :P newayz yes the competition is over i just forgot to post my entry up here for all you peeps to see. and i didnt win seeing as i helped judge so lol. tell me if you like that i put the main points above. i figure most people dont want to read all this so i thought id do a outline sorta thing. so enough of me blabbering and more writing you say....yeah..ok..writing now. yay!

So I know what you're thinking. Yeah, don't even deny it. So I didn't do it. Yeah...but I sure as hell feel like I did. I mean, guilt wise. I mean, I'd like to think that I'm not that kind of girl. No matter how attractive Paul may be, I'd like to think that I have a strong enough moral fiber to resist him. You know? I mean, I practically hate him. Mostly because of the way he makes me feel but whatever. It's just not fair you know? Ugh I hate being a girl sometimes. Although, I'm sure it's worse for guys. The whole not-being-able-to-resist-thingI mean.

Yeah, so I was sitting, well, lying there,and we were you know. I hate to blame it all on him but after all, he was all over me. What's a girl to do? Anyways, I just remember my hands underneath his shirt and feeling his amazing 6-pack. Then my shirt started to ride up and I'm pretty sure it wasn't an accident. I can say that because even if it was, Paul certainly tried to finish the job. Right about then was when it hit me how wrong it was.

Even when he was touching me and how much I seemed to want him to never stop, I just couldn't do it. It wasn't right. I didn't love him. I wanted him, but I didn't love him. So we didn't do it. I hate to admit that I almost did, but that's the truth. I'm not perfect. I started to sit up and he immediately stopped, out of breath.

"What?" he gasped. "You okay?" Then before I could come up with a rambling he kissed me again and tried to get me to sink back down again. You know, by touching my stomach in that way that only guys do. Only I didn't. It was really hard, but I inched away.

"Wait, Suze, Wait," he whispered softly as he reached up and pulled me close. He knelt beside me and was running his hands up and down my body. "We don't have to..." he said. "We can just sit here and talk or something."

"Paul," I pleaded. I was loosing strength by the milisecond. "I can't."

"I'm sorry...I thought you wanted to. Look its late, let's just go inside or something."

"I can't.."

"Why not? Your house is right over there. Look, I won't push it. I'm sorry. I'm happy, really, I am. I'm definately satisfied. You're amazing. I hope you know that," he told me as he pushed one of my curls from my face. And then, did something amazingly sweet, I have to admit. Especially for Paul. He kissed me on the cheek and gave one of his jaw-droping smiles.

He wrapped his arm around my waist and tried to lead me to my house but I wouldn't budge. He turned and looked confused. "What? You want to stay out here? I mean, it's ok with me but you seemed like you wanted to go so.."

"Paul, I'm locked out. I can't go back inside. I have nowhere to go. Why do you think I was out here?"

"Oh, well, I have my car. We could go somewhere if you want."