CHAPTER TWENTY

ADAM:

     " Who is the girl? " Cheryl asked me before walking into my room. She plopped down on my bed before staring at me with a frown. I'm pretty confused right now.

     " uhmmm " I say and raise my eyebrows at her. " who's who? " I asked her as I faced her too. She rolls her eyes

     " blah blah. The girl whose gat you whipped " she mutters, her lips formed into a thin line.

     " one there is no girl and two I'm not whipped " I grumble. She shifts against my sheets.

     " yeah yeah keep saying it till you believe it " she says and turns her head so she can stare right into my eyes.

     " I'm not hanged over any girl  and stop looking at me like that " I say with a frown.

      " like how " she gives me a grim look " oh you mean like this " she asks as she gives me the look again before giggling. I end up throwing a pillow over her head.

     " okay fine stop its creepy. I like someone " I finally say