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It's been a week since Gomes showed up at school. I haven't heard from him. Not a call, not a text -- nothing. I wasn't angry, I was beyond mad. How dare he? I know this is just a ship, but we are intimate.

The moment you kiss me and I consume your eighty million germs then I consider us more. I'm not saying let me force a relationship onto him when he is not yet ready to say 'I do' to being my boyfriend. But I'll be damned if I am made to sit here, and pretend to be waiting for my husband's arrival who is still at war.

I went to his house a couple of times and still no answer. Not a squeak. I know, what am I doing right now? -Walking down his street. I told myself it was the last time. I had been appearing at his door since Tuesday after school. I don't know what I was thinking, because that shouldn't be the girl I was meant to be. But it's Gomes, and that's the only excuse I could cook up with the brain cells I have left.

I ring the doorbell and take a step back. I was

Preparing myself to sit here on his front porch for thirty minutes. It has become a ritual every afternoon. The bus doesn't come until an hour has passed, so it usually takes me twenty minutes to get to the bus stop from his house and an additional ten minutes with my butt cheeks warming the bench before the bus shows up and I climb onto it. Each day I would tell myself to try again the next day, but not today. This time I wasn't coming back.

A minute had gone by when I saw the door handle move. I didn't gesture to move from the floor, I didn't believe my eyes. I was getting ready to hit him, slap him and so much more. The door opens and I'm met with blonde hair - Jordan Gomes.

"Shit!"she cusses as she stares at me.

Okay, I know I don't look my best but I'm positive I don't look like shit.

"Come on in. Prinse is seriously going to have my head."

Such an odd expression to make. "Why?" I ask.

"I was meant to let you know they are out of town, but it slipped my mind. No harm done, right?"

No harm done?

I was trying very hard to control my breathing. How dare she? I didn't know what words I could formulate to respond without calling her a bitch.

I should have the right to be mad, but not at her. He could have sent me a text. It doesn't take a person longer than a minute to let someone know that they are out of town.

For goodness sake, Prinse!

What do you take me for?

He can't answer that, but that's a question I plan to ask him.

She walks back in and leaves the door open for me.

"Do you want anything to drink?" She asks, turning to look at me.

I shake my head, but maybe I should have asked for water. I fiddle with the hem of my skirt as she walks away, leaving me sitting in the empty lounge alone.

I have always had a thing for fairytales - date my ideal perfect guy and live happily ever after. But that was before I met Prinse Gomes - he was different from the first time I met him. These days he barely wears those hideous round glasses, but they are around, somewhere. The girls in his life make me wonder if I belong to his world.

Most girls envy other girls and even though I wouldn't admit it out loud - I am most girls.

"He'll be back tonight." She walks in already dressed to leave. It's a shame she wasn't sitting around to get to know the amazing person I am. I had already formed a list of answers to all her possible questions in my head from what is your favourite song to do you really like my brother?

It's the latter that had me thinking more than most - to love someone who makes you feel like you are their world the moment they turn to look at you, but the moment they leave, you're left feeling unloved and undesired.

My heart never beats quiet around him - I second guess myself when I'm around him, and I hate it.

"Okay?" I say unsure, standing up from the couch. I follow her to the door and we both walk out.

"Did you walk?" She asks, looking around for my vehicle - unlucky for me, I don't have one.

"I took the bus," I say.

"It wouldn't be nice of me if I don't offer to take you home, so jump in." She ushers with her hand for me to follow as she walks around to the driver side.

"You really don't have to," I tell her.

"Believe me, I have to. Prinse would have my head if I didn't take you home." I climb into the car and buckle my seatbelt.

She made it seem like he likes me more than he was willing to admit to me.

"Thank you," I mutter and she nods.

We sit in silence for a few traffic lights in. I was already gearing myself up to count the next red-light up ahead.

"So have you two slept together yet?" She asks suddenly. My brain cells are still trying to make sense of why she could ask that so nonchalantly, when I turn to look at her.

Was that a tricky question or a complicated one. Maybe she's asking to see what kind of girl I am or maybe... It's not an easy question to answer and I wasn't prepared for this as I scan through my list of answers and come back empty handed.

"It's a yes or no answer, but judging from your silence I bet you two have played around in the bedsheets." She chuckles. "It doesn't surprise me, it never takes Prinse long to get a girl in his bed." She gears up as the traffic light turns green.

I didn't want to make sense of what she was saying - we can't possibly be talking of the same Prinse. I know, he isn't a virgin - it's very evident after finding out he has fathered a child.

He wasn't like all the boys, and if he was - he wasn't like Zack.

But why would she lie? There is nothing for her to gain having said that.

She takes a turn in my street and I couldn't be more happier to quickly get home.

"I have not slept with your brother," I tell her as I unbuckle the seatbelt.

It wasn't a lie even though in my mind we have played around in the bedsheets for hours a day.

Call me dirty-minded, but a boy like Gomes can make you crave him more than you would like to admit.