"What are you doing here?! And how did you even get in?" I stared at the guy who was laying on my bed, hands behind his head which rested on the bed's post.
"We need to talk." He said. I groaned at my obscene luck. I locked the door so no one would come in. I stared at him, wondering what he had to say.
"You didn't have to come here. I was going to come see you." Shawn nodded, and let out a sigh.
"So why are you here then?" I walked over to the sofa in my room and collapsed onto it.
"I can still leave and come find you, can't I?"
"I suppose you can." He brought out a cigarette and lit it with a lighter. Shawn didn't seem to be the type of guy who smokes. Guess I was wrong.
"Seriously Shawn, how did you get in my room?"
"You have a balcony. We can't avoid each other forever."
"You were the one who started it. And I wonder why."
"There are some things I can't tell you now." I rolled my eyes
