TRUTH OR FUCK (2)

His room was painted blue, filled with track trophies and medals, pictures of friends. Messy, with some clothes on the floor, but a comfortable room. Watching as she looked around at his walls and shelves, Brad sat on the Queen sized bed and waited until she'd settled down about a foot away from him. "You know," Dana was blushing again, sure that what she was about to reveal would completely lose him from her, but she couldn't hold it back any longer. "I've had a crush on you for about two years." "Really?" Nodding, she didn't dare look at him until he scooted over, closing the distance between them. "I've liked you ever since I first saw you,” he said. Startled, she looked up at him as he continued, "Freshman year when you walked intoEnglish and looked around like someone was going to yell at you for being there.  I thought you were so cute... and pretty. Very, very pretty." His face had been getting closer and closer to hers as he spoke, and now he lowered his mouth to hers again, br