Anna's POV:
Rian comes home late from work, I told him not to take the job at Starbucks, but did he listen? Nope.

The top buttons of his shirt was already undone and he sits by me on the couch with a groan. "I hate late nights," he sighs. I just smile and switch to another TV channel. "So, how did you get home?" I groan and roll my eyes, "You don't want to know." "What? Jack couldn't?" "He got called into work before I got out of class." "So how did you get home?" I was silent for a while, I really didn't want to tell him. "Anna," he says more serious this time. "It was Alex, well, it was supposed to be Zack." "What!?" "I thought Zack was taking me home, and then I realized we were going the opposite direction. He took me to his house." "That fucken-" "Not done yet. Alex was there to, apparantly he lives up the road from us. Yeah, not happy about that to. Anyways, they had me be stuck there for a hour with them. Them yelling and playing video games, while I sat at the table trying to do homework. Then Alex finally agreed to driving me home."

Rian starts to get up, he looked furious. I grab his shoulder and sat him down again. Based on his reaction to just this, I wasn't going to tell him or Jack about Alex kissing me. Rian was pissed, Jack would be to.

"I'm going to bed, night Rian." "Night Anna, I'm going to bed soon to."

I go upstairs to my room and lay on my bed, the moon shinning into my room. I stare up at the ceiling, this is going to be one long semester.
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I was laying on a bed with someone, he was a lot bigger then me. He held me in his built arms, me laying on top, because he would crush me if he layed on top. We were having a heavy make out, my hands running through his short cut hair, and his hands feeling my body. I was able to see what the room looked like, I know I seen that room before. But where?

We rolled a bit, and I tugged on his shirt. He lets me take his shirt off quickly and I run a hand across his built chest and abbs. I still couldn't see his face though. He holds me clsoer this time to him, and he deepend the kiss at the same time. He was a pro.

We rolled over, and now I was laying on my back, him hovering over me. He pulls the covers over us, and his hand starts to lift my shirt up slowly. "Oh just do it," I groan. He laughs and I let him take my shirt off. That laugh. Where have I heard that laugh before.

He holds me closer this time, slowly taking my bra off while he kissed down my neck. He reaches one spot on my neck and I started to moan. "Zack..," I moan.
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I wake up sweating and sit up striaght, staring at the wall opposite of me. I did NOT just have a make out dream with Zack. And by the looks of it, we were going to have sex if I hadn't woken up.

This freaked me out, because most of the time my dreams came true if the people in my dream and places were from my real life. That was Zack's room, and that was Zack. I know it was.

Does this mean my hatred for him is going to stop and I'll feel something else for him someday? I shake my head at the thought, there's no way.

There is no way a girl like me will ever like a guy like him.