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"Can I wear your shirt so I can go down to my dorm to get my clothes?" I ask. "No. I'll go get them. I won't let you walk down these halls just in my shirt. Stay right here." He says, with a straight face. I nod and take a seat on his bed as I watch him get dress into his jeans and a black shirt and walk out.

Why is he so overprotective over me?,
I ask myself. I mean I do know why Justin is overprotective because he feels like I will leave him and never come back, but, I have to let him know that I'm not a child and he doesn't always have to protect me.
But, I know I can't argue over the way he protects me because I do the same thing.

We are so different yet the same, we are like fire and ice, with Justin's bad temper and my cold personality but, someway and somehow we are made for each other.

But, I can't show I feel this way about him because he will win the game, this treacherous and dangerous game of cat and mouse.

I am pulled out of my deep thoughts when the opens and closes quickly. Justin hands me a outfit consists of a dark brown long sleeved V-neck, a dark red scarf, dark blue skinny jeans, and a pair of red TOMs. Then, he hands me my bathroom necessities.

"Thanks." I say, smiling. "Anytime." He says, shrugging. "Come on let's take a shower together." I suggest, happily with a wink. "Really?" He asks, completely surprised. "Ugh, yes Justin." I say, sounding a bit of frustration. I grab by his wrist and with my bathroom necessities and clothes in my hand we open the door and run into The Co-Ed Showers laughing, smiling, and giggling.

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After taking a shower with Justin and having sex in the shower twice, I blow dry my hair, dry my damp body, and get dress as Justin begins to look through his closet for an outfit. I let my hair fall down to my shoulders after I flat iron, brush, and comb it twice.

I turn around to find Justin staring at me with a sweet and charming smile in his face. "What did I tell you about looking at me, Justin." I scold him, playfully sounding like a mother instead of a fuck buddy. "You look.... beauti--" Justin stops mid-sentence and looks away from me cowardly.

I walk over to him slowly and grab his chin softly, turning his face around to face me and look me in my eyes. "Justin, we talked about this." I say quietly. "I know. But, I would be breaking the rules so no, Mel." He answers. His voice raises up in volume and anger fills it.

I don't want to argue or fight with Justin so I just walk away and begin to gather up my clothes and bathroom necessities. "I'm going to take my clothes and stuff back down to my dorm. I'll be right back " I assure him, sighing quietly.

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Justin's POV.

I watch her walk out yet again, I watch her walk away from me, from us. But, I had to I can't let her win this dangerous and ruthless game of cat and mouse. But, I still love her and one day I know I am going have to tell the truth about how I really feel for her.

A buzzing sound comes from my phone in my pocket and I dig into my pocket and snatch it out. The screen says it's a call from my dad, well my foster dad. I sigh and answer it by saying, "Hello?"

"Justin, basketball practice is about to start in a few minutes you need to get down here in The Gym." He says. "I will." I promise. "Ok, I'll see you then, son." He says, and hangs up the phone call.

I'm just now getting used to my foster parent's calling me "son" and Claire calling me her "big brother," but, I'm getting the hang of it. I remember they came to adopt me at The St. Peterson's Church Orphanage House and Claire was just a newborn baby and my foster parents looked young.

I was only 11 and they had adopted me into their family. To keep me away from troubled and dark past of my acholic problem and bipolar disorder, My foster dad had trained me to a basketball player.

He was my basketball coach in middle and high school, helping me and them win numerous basketball championships. Now, his my basketball coach in college and his thinking I'm good enough to go pro basketball like in the NBA and become one of the greatest.

I was happy and excited about the idea of going pro basketball in the NBA but, there is one thing standing in my way: Melissa Brown.

I have done this type of thing with millions of girls before but, Melissa is different, one of a kind, and unique.
She's like acholic, addictive, good, and painful.

When the time comes will I go pro basketball like the NBA or stay with Mel?, I ask myself.

I taken out of my thoughts when a door is open and then closed quickly. I look up to find Mel standing the doorway with a sweet smile plastered across her pretty face. Who would've thought I would fall for this beautiful and amazing young woman.

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Mel's POV.

"Are you ready to go?" I ask, smiling sweetly. "Yes, let's go." He answers, jumping off of his bed and walking over to me. We walk out the door and outside. The cold air blows in my hair, making me shiver like crazy. I hope this week goes by fast, like the weeks in September, I think to myself.

We stop at the steps and the glass doors of The Classes building. "I have morning basketball practice, maybe we could hang out after?" He asks, quickly. "Sure." I say, smiling. We wave goodbye to each other as I walk into The Classes building and Justin sprints down the sidewalk to The Gym building.

The day goes by fast with Ms. Brownfield's having us watch Wuthering Heights in class.

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"You should come over my house. My mom is baking cookies. You should help her." Claire suggests. "Ok, let's go. We'll take my car, Claire." I answer.

We walk over to the parking lot of Wisconsin State University, jump in my car, and drive down the streets of downtown Wisconsin towards Claire's house.