I WILL NOT LET THIS GO TO THE 2ND PAGE!!!! sorry guys only 1 update today... maybe tomorrow or late at night
BE SURE TO CHECK OUT MY OTHER STORY, Do you hear me? =>=>=>=>=>=>=>=>=>=>=>=>=>=>=>=>=> I sat on my bed room for an excessive amount of time, thinking. My mind kept on going around in circles and I couldn't figure anything out. I was in love with two maybe even three people. It's not like I could control my feelings, but I still felt so bad. Just like all the other times I was confused, I headed towards my favorite secret room. I got there in no time, but I wasnt expecting what I saw. There was Alek, making out with Katarina, who now I assumed was his girlfriend. Each tear was filled with pain and despair. How could Alek do this to me? We knew each other well enough for him to know how I felt. But the worst part was that he knew I would be there sooner or later, so he meant to hurt me. I stood there for what seemed like forever and started to loose my balance. I fell back a little on a stack of my old books and interrupted there little makeout session. "I'm sorry. I'm r-r-r-really sorry." I tried to make out the words through my violent pants from crying. I turned around and ran towards the exit that lead to my room. "STOP. WAIT." I heard Alek trying to stop me. I ran as fast as I could out of my dresser and speeded to my houses driveway. I still heard footsteps behind me. Blinded by my tears, I tripped over a rock and just sat there, on the concrete, crying. "Are you alright?" He asked, acting like he was worried. "Stop acting," I demanded,"I hate you. I hate you. I HATE YOU. Stop pretending like you care. Go ahead and make out with Katarina. If you actually liked her, I wouldn't be hurt this bad. But you made out with her there out of all places out of spite. To show me that you're fine without me. That was OUR room too. You showed it to a girl that didn't mean anything." Alek did exactly what only he would do and kissed me as hot tears still came down my cheeks. " STAY AWAY FROM MY GIRLFRIEND!" I heard behind me. I turned and there. Ian. Was.
sorry guys i dont think ill be able to update either of my stories because of hurricane irene and the power outage sorry
Of course, as soon as things got simpler, I realized nothing was over. My feelings for Sam, Alek, and Ian were still there. I wanted to yell at myself and stop loving all thses people, but the heart wants what the heart wants. Ian stomped over and as Alek turned to see Ian, he was punched hard on his jaw. I was so stupid. The initial shock kept me just sitting there, not saying or doing anything. It took a few punches and some blood to sink in what was happening. I tried to stand, but I recoiled in pain, remembering my ankle hard been injured. I had tos top it somehow. So, no matter how much it hurt, I stood and limped over to the scene. Ian was about to punch Alek again, but before he could, I stood in his way. "STOP IAN. STOP. WHAT THE HELL?!? Look, I know it's hard for both of you to just stand by and watch me go back and forth between you guys, but I don't know what I feel. Can you guys just deal with it for just one day? I promise by tomorrow I'll decide what I'm going to do. Other than that, I can't promise anything." I turned around to see a wounded, yet muscular body. "Alek, you too. Please, just let me figure things out." I saw both of them nod, so I guess everything was okay for now. As soon as Ian's car was no longer visible, I half-limped, half-fell to Alek's aid. "Alek, are you okay? I'm so sorry. I love you so much and I didn't mean for all this to happen." I couldn't help that tears were flowing out of my eyes like a river. He was mine. I loved him. But, again, I loved more than just him. Alek knew that and I just couldn't believe he didn't fight Ian back. He played basketball, football, lacrosse, and swam. Alek was impossibly strong, but too kind. We stared at each other for a while. Alek-being as spontaneous as he is-stood up and carried me to his room. My heart wouldn't stop pounding. He layed me down on his bed and sat me up. Alek sat down and just held me there. Not a word came from his mouth. His actions said it all. This was completely the opposite of what I was expecting. Why wasn't he mad at me? How could he still love me? I was such a bad person. Leading multiple people on at the same time was the most idiotic thing I had ever done. That night, we slept on his bed. We didn't have sex. We barely talked either. There was nothing more to say. His body was wrapped around mine like a blanket, comforting and warm. He was my safety. After school, I sat at my desk for hours and hours, thinking. I had to find a way to make things easier. To make things clearer. Right then, I got it. I started furiously typing my plan on my laptop. This was going to work.