Well That Just Sucks.

Oh my god i cant believe I just did that.

I acted like a slut.

No you acted hot a voice in my head says.

Who the hell are you. I ask

I am your conscience (sp?)

Well OK then why are you talking to me mind freak?

I have a name you know. The voice says.

Oh god I am going crazy. OK fine whatever whats your name.
Ryan.

The voice says with a huff.

I have a guy conscience that I am having a full fledge conversation with.

Dear god in heaven help me.

Well anyway "Ryan" could you not talk to me because the last thing I need right now is someone seeing me talk to you.

Oh pshh whatever. He grumbles before being quiet.

Well as exiting as that was I need to pick out an outfit for my date.

I head back to the dorm.

When I get there I go to my closet and choose a black miniskirt a lime green tank top and black converse.

I straighten my hair and reapply some make-up.

When I finish I am satisfied with how I look.

You look hot Ryan comments.

I am so going to have to go to the loony bin I mutter to myself.

I hear a knock on the door.

Coming! I screech.

I walk over to the door revealing (sp?) Fuck face Damion.

The smile on my face drops.

What the hell do you want? I sneer.

Well considering this is my room I want to come in. He replies matching my tone.

Whatever. I say with a wave of my hand.

Why are you so dressed up anyway? He asks curiosity in his voice.

Well...If you must know I have a date tonight. I say with a smirk.

Oh you do now?

Yep. I say before skipping into "OUR" room ugh I hate that word.