G A G E
I have no choice but to share a room with Peter. We decided not to join the campout since there are tons of other girls who will probably not let us sleep.
Peter was taking a quick shower while I'm laying here on top of my bed thinking about Adam and Tate being all close again. I don't want to think about it and I don't want to worry about it but there's this huge feeling eating me up on the inside making me mad at Adam for putting his arm around my Tate.
My Tate?
I laugh at myself because I'm being too ridiculous right now.
Why am I even getting bothered about this Tate and Adam thing? I know I shouldn't be feeling this way. Why? Because she's not f*****g mine.
Tate isn't yours Gage. You're only after her because of s*x, that was what you wanted from her from the beginning,
