"Arielle?" My father called from outside my door. "Time for breakfast. Wake up."
I groaned, turning to my right side.
The image of yesterday flashed in my mind.
Yesterday, huh? It feels like I'm in some sort of fairy tale, really.
It was like a dream.
Or maybe it was? Crap. I don't want it to be.
I mean, sure. I was serious about being with Tyler, but that doesn't mean I was going to do it.
I'm not even making sense. Ugh.
But last night...
It felt so magical, and it was too good to be true.
I don't want it to be fake. I want to finally have a reason to call Scott 'mine', or hiss at other girls if they get too comfy with my boyfriend.
Boyfriend, huh?
Why does one simple word make me so.. Happy?
No, wait. I wouldn't consider it happy. This feeling I feel..
It's beyond
