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muscles. 'Sleeping this late really throws me off,' I think. 
    "Dylan! " Theresa cries. I roll my eyes. "Who are these flowers from?"
    Oh boy.
    "Can't hear you!" I cry. "Shower!"
    A few seconds later, I hear Theresa's loud shriek. I giggle.
    Of course when I get out of the shower, I'm ambushed. "How does he know where we live? Are you going to respond? HOW are you going to respond? Doesn't this freak you out? If YOU don't respond , I will!! You're going to see him again! You MUST!"
    I'm literally in a towel in the middle of the hallway, dripping water onto the floor. Theresa stands 6 inches from my nose, practically bouncing as she talks. I hold my hands up. "Woah," I say. "At least come into my room so I can get dressed."
    She steps aside so I can squeeze by her. Honestly, I hadn't thought about how I'd respond even if I wanted to. I hadn't thought of actually responding. I'm still in the shock stage.
    "SOOOOO???" Theresa says and throws herself on my bed, as I pull out a pair of jeans and a blue and green wrap shirt from my closet. I walk over to my drawers and pull out some underwear and a bra.
    "I don't know. I guess I would see him again. But I have no way of contacting him. I don't even know if he's still in Boston."
    "He is!" Theresa screamed. "He's from here, you know. He's playing three shows here to kick off the tour. There ’s no show tonight, but Friday and Saturday he's having one. He's here until at least Sunday night!"
    I surprise myself by being relieved. Strange… I shake my head as I fasten my bra. I'm losing it.
    "I'm STARVING!" Theresa says. "I'm going t o make something to eat. Ziti?"
    "Ziti," I confirm as I throw on my shirt. I run ove r to my mirror to brush my hair.
    After I dress, Theresa and I sit at the table for lunch. The roses sit in the middle between us, but off to the side a bit so we can see each other. I stare at the huge flowers. The black rose s, I decide, remind me of him: beautiful and dark and lovely...
    'And a big fat WOMANIZER,' my rat ional brain interrupts. I sigh.
    "Why...so...silent?" Theresa says slowly. "Deep in thought?" She raises an eyebrow.
    I tighten my eyes at her when I hear a knock at the door. I stand and put my plate in the sink before I answer it.
    When I open the door, the big security guard who pulled me from the crowd is standing there. He has black jeans and a black shirt on, with black sunglasses o n his big, bald head. I freeze.
    "Hi , Miss," he says in a big booming voice. 
    "Hi..." I breathe in shock. Theresa has left the table and stands behind me.
    "Can you come with me? Mr. M requests your company." He stands like a brick wall in front of my door.
    I wonder if I really have a choice again as I turn to Theresa. Would Jeremy dare to have me carried there? Something tells me I shouldn’t put it past him.
    Theresa’s eyes are wide and excited. She smiles at me and runs over to my bedroom. “What are you doing?” I say as she runs out with a pair of sandals and pushes me down on the floor.
    "Wait!" I scream, falling to the floor. She shoves the first sandal on my right foot.
    "You're going don't you even dare fight with me I'm not letting you blow this oh how exciting!" she says quickly as she shoves my other sandal on my foot and pulls me up from the floor. She grabs my purse from the couch behind her, slams it into my chest, and pushes me out the door toward big man. I turn back to her and give her a dirty look.
    "Do your make-up in the car!" she says and waves. I try to get back inside. I need to think about this r ationally before I actually go.
    Theresa slams the door in my face. I was prepared to yell through the door, but big man grabs my right arm. "Let's go," he booms as he drags me down my steps and towards a black car parked on the street behind by red convertible.
    He opens the back door to the black car and throws me down in it. I rub my arm as he shuts the door. Gees, I'm getting sick of being manhandled like this.
    He sits in the front