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I went to go see Katelyn off before reentering the front door. We had finally finished writing all our major papers and could now finally join Chloe in sleeping late with no worries.

She had finished a few days before me.

"Officially done with high school," she said but it wasn't official yet. Her results would only be out two weeks from now.

She said she didn't want a graduation party, she wanted to go visit our father in New York, but we all knew better -- at least I did. Brody was down in New York and although she loved dad, we both knew the only reason was to go see him.

Did they plan on fixing things?

I wondered if they could and if the answer was yes would that mean I could fix things with him - yes him, Gomes. We haven't spoken for a whole week and he didn't bother to reach out.

I really don't know what this meant for us and if your question was "would you succumb to him if he reached out?" my answer would be yes, two weeks from now my answer would still be yes. Don't tell me I am pathetic, I know that but he is so different. He's good at this game and everything I thought I knew about myself goes out the door when he is around me.

Chloe was in the lounge bingeing again and as for mom, she was upstairs probably knocked out. I leave the kitchen with a water bottle in my hand. I started making my way up the stairs when Chloe called out to me, "Where are you going?"

"To my room," I state, but it was obvious. This was just her poor attempt at making conversation.

"You're officially a senior." She smiled winsomely.

"Not until I get my results next week," I let her know. This was the umpteenth time I have had to remind her but she already knew that.

After a few more back and forth, she let me leave. I wasn't really feeling tired, but I didn't want to be downstairs either. I undressed into my matching pajama set and moved to cover myself under the covers.

I had earphones on when I felt someone thug on them. Chloe was asking for violence today. I grabbed a pillow from under me and threw it over my shoulder with much force. I hope it landed straight on her face.

All of a sudden I felt hands around my waist, turning me around. Those weren't Chloe's hands, it was his. I could feel the coldness of the metal band on his pinky.

I looked at his ocean blue eyes with unwanted emotions. Was I angry? Or perhaps it was sadness or was I truly happy to see him? I couldn't decipher and he didn't make it any easier, he was just so wonderful and terribly handsome. He held my stare, licking his rounded-cupid's bow cherry lips, his blonde hair in a frenzy but that didn't matter.

"Who let you in?" I asked him, but immediately a name so familiar from birth popped up. What was Chloe's motive?

He elevated his eyebrows and looked at me knowingly. "Should I still answer that?" He asked and I shook my head. "But what are you doing here?" I removed his hands from around my waist and sat upright.

"It was dragging on for way too long."

"What was dragging on?" I asked, perhaps I did know the answer but I wanted him to say it.

"Who will reach out to the other first." He pulled me closer to him as he sat.

"So this makes you a bigger person and me?"

"It doesn't really matter," he mutters. "I just can't stay mad at you forever," he says in between kisses, his lips planting themselves on the skin just above my right breast

"Mad? You?" I was confused that he even said that out loud. I put some distance between us by pushing my hand up against his chest.

"I don't want us to fight." He holds my stare as he grabs my hand on his chest and brings it to his lips.

"Then stop saying nonsense that will lead to us fighting."

He caressed my thighs as he spoke, "I'll take it back."

"What are you doing here, Gomes?" I asked again, maybe I was just looking for a different answer.

"I missed you."

"What does that look like? Because I'm not going back to how we were before." I place my hand on top of his to stop his motion.

"What are you trying to say?" He questions.

"I'm not jumping into a titanic ship with you -- I am not Jack."

"Huh? You're not Rose," he corrects me.

"No. I'm not Jack. At least Rose made it out alive, but Jack... not him, he was unlucky and that's what I am, an unlucky girl"

"Why do you say that?"

"I have poor taste in men," I state.

"Hmmm," he hums. "You really think so?"

"Yes, and you're the first one on the list."

"Interesting," he smirks. "So I've beat out Zack for first position?"

"You think this is funny, don't you?"

"Not at all, I'm taking this very seriously."

"You are making light of this situation so I would rather you just leave." I was getting annoyed because this was important and I wish he took it as such too.

"I'm sorry. What do you want us to be moving forward with?"

I glare at him. He knew better than anyone that there was only three weeks left before he had to leave.

He takes in a deep breath as he brings his hand to my chin. Our eyes stayed connected for a second but then I watched as his eyes moved down to my lips and then my chest. "I really like your breasts."

"Gomes." I lightly punched him on the chest. "You can't just say that so lightly." I buried my face in his neck nook. He had averted the conversation and I had let him - a fool in love, don't you think?

"Why not, it's the truth." I listen as his chest rises and deflates with every chuckle.

"Be my girlfriend," he whispers. His hand on the small of my back.

"I...," I pause. I had been wanting this for the longest time. It was exactly what my ears needed to hear and my heart...boy my heart had yearned for those words but Gomes, it's too late. There's only three weeks left and I would be lying to myself if I said that long distance would work for us.

"I can't," I finally let out.

"I'll have Holly and the baby move here." It's like he was reading my mind, but Holly wouldn't move -- she wanted her family together - she wanted Gomes back.

"Holly wouldn't agree," I tell him.

"I'll try to convince her," he says.

Try...try -- that word just doesn't cut it -- so indefinite, so open ended-- I can't agree to that.

"Maybe we're just not meant to be," I tell him.

"Why are you not willing to try, fight for us with me."

"I have been fighting Gomes, but I have been doing it all by myself."

"I'm here now."

"I can see that, but I can't be your girlfriend, even if that's what I had been asking for from you."

"So what now?" He asks.

"We fuck." I bring my eyes up to look at him. He looks at me blankly. "You don't let that slip out of your mouth unless you are going to go through with it," he says.

"I do," I confirm by pulling him in and kissing his lips.

"Your mom is at home."

"And? I promise to be quiet."

"I have respect for your mom, Rossita."

"Right. From where I'm standing I must be unfuckable because you never want to go all the way with me."

"You saying that won't change the fact that I'm not going to have sex with you while your mom is in the house. So stop trying to guilt trip me."

"Fine, let's go to your house then."

"Rossita, stop. I'm not recognizing you right now."

"Are these not the girls you're into? The ones that lay themselves on the pedestal for you. Did you not just say you love my boobs?"

"You're starting to annoy me right now."

"Then stop giving me mixed singles." I move from up against his hold and walk to the drawer on the opposite side of the bed.

"Here's your money back for the flight ticket to Miami."

"I'm confused."

"I'm paying you back, Gomes."

"Why?"

"Don't worry, if it was up to me I wouldn't pay you back."

"So don't."

"Mom's forcing me to and since you have so much respect for her you will take the money.