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"Are you ready to go?" He asks.

"Go where?" I ask as I lock my locker.

"I'm dropping you home."

"Zack, this - all the stares and whispers have now started to revolve already me," I say, not making any motion to move from my locker.

He stares at me, places his hands in his side pockets of his jeans, and continues to stare.

"Are you not going to say anything?" I ask.

"Are you done speaking?" He says and I'm taken back a little.

Zack isn't rude -- not my Zack.

"Are you ready to go now?" He says.

"I've said my piece," I say, regardless of how much I think I love him, I can't have him think he has an upper hand.

"I've heard it and I still want to drop you home."

If it was any other day, I would have swooned and gone home to ponder on why I hadn't been recording his words.

"Do you like me?" I ask.

I don't know what came over me, but before I could allow myself to go with him anywhere on Saturday, I had to know if he is just taking me on a ride before dropping me off like every other girl.

"How about you let me take you home and I'll answer that question," he says as he draws out his hand for me to take.

At least I stood my ground for a firm five minutes, but right now, I need to feel his hand on mine.

We walk in silence side by side. Girls stop to stare and I have the need to lock myself in a room and stay there till the stares vanish.

I roll my eyes as I realise my insecurities were kicking in.

"And that's for?" He asks as he stares at me.

"What?" I ask, seeming confused.

"The eye roll."

"It was nothing," I say as I come to a standstill in front of his car.

"Right."

"For what?" I ask.

"I like you."

"It's obvious you like me too. Who wouldn't," he smirks as he moves to open the passenger door for me.

"A jock that opens doors for girls, you're probably my type of a bad boy," I say as I climb into the car.

"Since we're talking about a type, you're not really mine."

As that leaves his mouth, I think of Juliet - I might think he is my type, but I might not be his.

"Right, I'm not pretty enough to fit your type.

"Are you always flaring your nose when you're angry?" He asks and a piece of my heart breaks.

I know I have imperfections, but that is what should make me perfect - or am I just saying that to calm my insecurities?

If he isn't saying I'm pretty enough then maybe this is him taking me on a ride.

I stay quiet, trying my best to not knowledge him, but how could I not - Zack is always on mind -- I'm forever thinking of him.

He pulls up in front of my house and I am grateful. A pang of sadness etches at the corner of my heart -- my fantasy was way better than my reality, where Zack was concerned.

A long oppressed sigh slips out of his mouth. He doesn't bother to move nor unlock the car doors.

"Zack, I need to get out," I say.

"I'm always on edge with you. I'm not lying when I say I genuinely do like you, but it's been a while since I've had a girl that's mine."

A girl that's his? Me?
Is this his way of asking me out?
And wait -- thought Zack doesn't do girlfriends.

I search my brain for a question that will keep him talking but all that comes to mind is "Are you asking me out Zack", but I don't say that, not wanting to jump the gun.

"A girl that's yours?" I ask instead.

"I'm not good at being romantic - actually I'm not a romantic person, so this is me saying that you're my girl without us even going on our date on Saturday yet."

Way to shatter all the romantic plots I had planned for us both, Zack.

"You're not even asking me, you're telling me that I'm yours. Who's to say I don't have another guy waiting for me somewhere." My mind pops up Prinse Gomes and I hate that it did, because I only want to focus on Zack - who happens to now be mine.

"I'm asking you to be my girl," he says, searching my eyes for an answer.

"I'm saying yes to being your girl," I say.

"This is the part where I kiss you," Zack says bluntly.

"You won't get a kiss from me that easily," I say thinking quick on my seat, as I am not standing on my feet.

"Because it's your first kiss?"

My body tenses up.
Wait - What?
He knows? How?

"Huh?" I say.

"First kiss with me," he clarifies and my shoulders relax.