.”“See you are calling me your best friend so open yourself, that’s my order. I smiled.“Mumma, I like a guy and I wanna make him my BF. Rememb...r I had told you about the crush”“Hmmm interesting so what kind of relation you both have?”“We are good friends; we mostly talk each other a lot in school. We exchange notes and do chit chat you know..”“Good so what is wrong in that?”Nothing Mumma I wanna go one step ahead. I want to make him my BF.”“What would you do after making him your BF?”“We shall. It didn’t work. The tear started trailing down my cheek. Mr. G. was still holding his napkin and gently reached for my face to wipe away the tear. As his hand neared my face, my hand moved all on its own. I caught him by his forearm and I wouldn’t let go. I remember just standing there looking into his dark eyes hoping for some sort of connection. I didn’t care if it was only friendship, just lust or something in between. I just wanted to know if there was anything he felt for. She heard a chuckle in the darkness."Can't sleep either, huh?"She shook her head no and then realized he probably couldn't see that. "No," she whispered. "Mind if I join you?"She noticed shadowy movement in the darkness and heard the rustle of fabric. "Come on in," he told her.However much she hated Chirurgen, she had to admit the man had great taste in just about everything—including tents and travel accessories, like comfortable and roomy travel beds. And this was the first time, she thought. "What the fuck Bitch?!?" He yelled. He looked at me in anger "I understand if you wanna leave, I’m sorry." I sincerely said. "Leave? Oh hell naw im bustin a nutt tonight!" He began to ram into me as hard as Dre. I Began to cry knowing this could have been prevented. The same pain returning and pulsating through my body. I couldn't take the pain anymore. "Stoppit." I pleaded. But he just ignored me. Since my throat wasn't under restraint I decided calling for my boyfriend. "De'rell, De'rell!!".