Chapter Three

Authors note: I am extremely sorry and I give permission for all of you to cyber yell at me because I spelt Zoey's name wrong in the first two chapters :( *Tomatoes being thrown at my head* I hope it doesn't bother you too much, because honestly I don't think I will go and fix it up, once again I give you permission to call me lazy and anything else you want to add. Sorry, and I hope you will forgive me. Just to clear this up, at the start of the second chapter Steavie-Rae is downstairs, I think I mentioned it, anyway... Thank you for reading and giving feedback :P

I smiled stupidly and kissed Damien in response. I felt Damien shift his weight onto me. He put his hands on my cheeks gently and my own uncontrollably ran through his hair. Love, guilt, passion, and many other unexplainable feelings jolted through my body and my head felt as if it was swimming in confusion. I pushed Damien away and asked him breathlessly; 'Damien did you lock the door?'

'Yes' He breathed.

'Good' I responded. After our two second conversation our lips were together once more. Damien started to sit up and I instantly felt rejected,

'Wha, what's wrong?' I frowned. Was he having second thoughts? I bet he was gay, how could he lie!

I proved myself wrong as he took off his shirt and lay back down, this time next to me. He laughed half- heartedly,

'If I could find one of the many words to describe how much nothing's wrong, I would use it.'

I giggled stupidly, 'Why don't you just save yourself the trouble and say nothing's wrong?'

'Nothing's wrong.' He smiled and said quickly; before I could reply to him he lent over to kiss me again, so sweetly butterflies went crazy in my stomach. I strangely found myself putting my hands on his abs and his moved to my hips. I didn't want him to get the wrong idea; I did have limits, believe it or not. His hands started to slide lower and in one quick movement I placed them back up around my waist. I was so caught up in the moment I had to listen twice as I thought I heard a noise coming from outside.

I stiffened suddenly as I heard Steavie-Rae's Okie twang yelling and knocking on the door.

'Zoey? Zoey open the dang door!'

'Dam!' I whispered in frustration. What the hell was I supposed to do! I tried to push Damien off the bed but he was to preoccupied kissing my cheek.

'Damien! GET OFF!' I whispered as loudly as I could. He sat up and I sluggishly grinned at his bare chest and messy hair.

I snapped back into focus and Damien thankfully heard Steavie- Rae's frustration. We both stood up in the middle of the room performing extremely weird hand signals to each other in the process of trying to figure something out.

'Zoey if you don't open this door I'll be guessing something's going on in there!' She now yelled.

I looked furiously around the room like a dear in headlights and quickly shoved Damien in the closet. I shut the door quickly but silently and brushed my fingers through my hair in an attempt to make myself look like I hadn't just been making out. I took a deep breath and open the door to see Steavie- Rae's usually happy face in a sour sneer.

What was I going to say? Help I screamed up to Nynx, if I had a pretty lame and pathetic time to ask Nynx for help, im guessing it was going to haft to be now. Please don't let her look in the closet, just please give me some time to figure this out for myself, I'm begging! Steavie-Rae raised her eyebrow, waiting for my response.

Great, my best friend wants an explanation, I have un-normal amounts of lip-gloss spread on my face and my possible new supposedly gay boyfriend is half-naked in the closet, correction, our closet.

Ah hell.