After I stomped back to my room, incredibly angry, and got ready for the night, I lay grumbling in my soft, cozy bed.

As announced, I had locked the door to the room.

But again I couldn't really fall asleep.

My thoughts were constantly circling around Blake.

Why was he such an asshole?

This morning at breakfast, I had the feeling that maybe we would finally find a way to get along better.

We even laughed together.

He also took me to school, which would have been nice.

If it weren't for the fact that he forced me to thank him with a kiss on the cheek.

This caused the...