“Trust should be earned and not given out on a silver platter.”
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~ Elizabeth ~
“Oh… God! No!” I paced around the hotel room aimlessly, not knowing what to do with either my time or my life. The memories from earlier haunted me as I paced, only pausing for a few seconds to catch my breath.
How could he have me so figured out?
How come he knew I liked him, without me even saying a word to him?
“Gosh, how?” I covered my face, feeling ashamed all of a sudden.
Boys aren’t supposed to know when a girl likes them, are they? Especially if, well, they don’t feel the same, right?
“Oh… gosh! What am I going to do now?” I continued pacing, hoping some creative energy would materialize as I kept myself in motion.
But nothing came, even after so many moments had passed. Gosh! What the hell is
