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Oh my God. Fuuuuck. I don't know how to handle this kind of shit. It's probably safe to say I can blame it on hormones.
Nine days. She basically told me she wants to fuck in nine days. On her birthday. She was like a tiger, the way she was trying to make out with me. You can't just come in and do that to someone before they try to go to bed.
I think I underestimated her. I thought that because she was fifteen, and so new to this whole dating shit, that she'd be entirely innocent and pleasantly naive. I haven't seen her like that before, not like last night.
Nine days...I don't know whether to be excited, or scared for my fucking life. I was with Noren for over a year, and quite the contrary to what many people probably believe, I'm still a virgin. And I'm quite sure Paige is, too. I don't want to hurt her. Or, maybe, in this new light, I'm afraid of getting hurt myself.
Good God. It's not too late to stop it from happening, I guess. And yet...do I really want to? I don't even know what I fucking want with my life anymore. Mutants are humans, too, I guess. And wanting the simple pleasures of life is human nature, right? So why do I keep feeling like I have to defend myself? Maybe I am too scared. Maybe I'm just afraid I'll be too pathetic, that I won't be able to fucking put out.
I'm such an ass. A shitty, confused, helpless little ass.
Paige comes to Quark's room to talk and have a lively makeout session. But you don't get a log, because it's not really a typical LJ-worthy log, anyway. So there.