Chapter12

#Chapter12

Never had I been in a boy's bedroom. I know that sounds strange, but let me explain;

I've only been in men's rooms.

When you are around the street, you don't really meet any rich playboy. It's no big thing to just roll around in a bed for a night then go by and pretend it never happened. Nobody really wanted to get attached, and the only one you could actually trust was yourself. We were kids but... Well, I wasn't a kid for long there.

So back to the room, it was... Just as I would imagine a boy's room. It was kind of messy, the bed was loosely made, a few shirts were thrown around, and the only table that stood lonely in front of the huge window was full of papers, pencils, pens, magazines, and open books.