Shannon's girlfriend jumped out of his room, her arms wrapped around me. Her face lit up.

"I'm so glad you're here! I don't have to be alone anymore!" She squealed.

I laughed and patted her back, "Why are all the lights off?"

She released me and reached over, flicking the light on.

"I thought Shannon was coming home, so I was gonna surprise him. That's why I was like 'Oh. My God.'" She laughed a laugh that would make anybody smile.

I made my way to my room, lugging duffel bags and suitcases, "Oh, sorry to disappoint you."

"Pfft, I'd much rather spend some time with another chick. I'm sick and tired of Shannon right now." She followed me into my room.

I might actually like this girlfriend.

I smiled, "He's a handful."

"Good grief. Tell me about it, Shane's girl is supposed to be here soon. I told her they were coming home and she got all excited."

I nodded. Ah, Shane's girlfriend. Otherwise known as the biggest whore in Cameron. Her hair was long and straight, naturally, this made me hate her even more but I dealt with her.

"Jess! You fucking bitch! You left me!" Matt yelled from the living room.

I sighed and left my unpacking to be done later. I ran into the living room. Matt was dragging his bags and himself through the door. I grabbed his suitcases and left him to fend for himself.

Amanda put his arm over her shoulder and helped him to the couch.

He let his tired body collapse against the couch. I sighed and went back to my room.

It's a hard place to be when you know there's no hope for your heart because someone has it wrapped around their finger. You want it back, you want it to be yours and only yours. After all, it is your heart.

I let him keep it though. It's too late to do any panicking.

The escape is long gone.

It's like being stuck. I want my heart back from him but I don't want to lose him. Maybe friends with benefits is the best way to go. But I cant. I love him. LOVE him.

Not like.

Not lust.

Far from lust.

You know you love when it doesn't matter if he had no legs, four legs, or tentacles. If he weighted a million pounds with long shaggy blonde hair and acne or if he had a ugly face. But you'd love him anyways. Right there by his side.

I'm crazy over him.

Enough said.

I love the way he smiles. I love the way he fight's with me all the time but would die before he'd hurt me. I love the way Shannon hates how I love him. I love everything about it.

I hate the looks I get from people. I don't wear it on my sleeve that I have the infamous Jeff Hardy hanging off my arm and tripping over my words. It's not what I want to be known for. I want to be known as Jessica Moore the character.

The girl that's just as crazy as she looks.

The girl that will keep you guessing until the day she dies.

No matter what.

It may look like I'm ashamed of him. Hell no.

I'm not that kind of girl. I don't brag about my man. Never have. Never will.

He's my boyfriend. Not me. I don't have a reason to talk about him CONSTANTLY. If I want to talk about him…I will. Until then, you bring him up, I'll tell you all you want to know.