Kennedie
Desmond was out all night yesterday.
I hated that I was beginning to know little things like this, I mean I should not care. But if I think about it, he was basically, my roommate of some sort so it is not weird if I notice right?
Yeah, that had to be about right.
I hated what was happening to me.
Ever since I remembered what happened that night, whenever I looked at him… I could not get I tout of my damn head.
Why did we? Why did I?-
I had to stop! He already said that it was nothing so why was I still hung up on it…. Besides I should be happy about that. I did not want it to mean anything.
But then he goes and does something like hug me as tenderly as he did when I was crying.
He was messing with my head.
When I got out of the room, I saw Desmond in the kitchen sipp
