She didn't necessarily want to fall in love with anyone else, but she thrived on all the positive attention he gave her. She wished her boyfriend pai... attention to her like that. This man was 15 years older than her but she wasn't bothered by that.After lunch they made their way back to Kevin's house. They sat and watched television together; a romantic comedy. She noticed he was scooting closer to her, and then she felt him begin to rub her neck and shoulders. Her boyfriend never did. B. I left again in shame, stomping like a little girl in a tantrum. Later that night, I went on Facebook to try to gain sympathy from my friends. When I logged on I noticed I had a message in my inbox. I clicked it and it turned out to be Mr. B. At first I was a little weirded out, as we has a bit of a creepy older man. But I clicked the message and it read: "Hey Stacy it's Mr. B, I figured this was the best way to reach you. I've been thinking about our discussion earlier and have decided. The man turned to face the audience, still holding Janas head by the hair as he took his bow. He stepped in back of her then, still holding her head, until all of the men were done and facing the crowd for the vote. The cheers for each girl were tallied and three more were disqualified and prepared for roasting as the crowd cheered some more. Jana was forced to watch since the man continued to hold her head by the hair. When the three were gone, the contest continued. The final sixteen were. He would not want her crying on his move-in day for college. She had to hold herself together, no matter what.He was standing there with the sunlight in his tousled hair on this brilliant day in late August, at the edge of the green quadrangle, with students and their parents going to and fro, and his chin was jutting out the way it did when he was being obstinate.She wanted to say so much.I'm sorry for being so emotional. I didn't think your leaving would affect me this way. I pride myself on.