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He came to pick her up. Cincinnati was parked outside and I wished I was the one that would ride on him tonight. I told myself I wouldn't make a big deal about it, but when I saw him standing at the bottom of the stairs as Chloe and I walked down, I wished I was the girl that would be wrapped around his arm tonight. Sometimes you just want to be the girl that everyone else envies, just for a moment.

I moved to the side and let Chloe move in to hug him. They seemed to be very happy, a picture for the books. Mom was beaming as she kept asking them to get closer.

"Mom, they're going to be late," I tell her as she takes another picture.

"Right. Enjoy yourself, youngsters. Prince, don't bring her back too late, Chloe is a wild one."

"Mom, seriously," Chloe cries.

"I will make sure to bring her back in time." He smiled. He gave me a quick stare before ushering Chloe outside.

Tension was still in the air between him and I but every minute that passed, I started to realise that Gomes isn't good for me.

I watch as she jumps on the bike and wraps her arms around his torso. She turns to blow me a kiss and I catch it. I wanted for her to have a good time and not worry about me. He revved the engine and quickly disappeared from sight but the smoke still remained.

"Come on inside, Rossita," mom calls out for me from the kitchen. She had popcorn stored in a glass bowl in front of her. "Want to watch a movie with your mom?"

I had planned to say no, but not because I didn't want to spend time with my mom. Running upstairs to go cry with my pillow in my room sounded like an ideal plan but distracting myself with a movie was the better option. Mom pressed the snooze button thirty minutes into the movie and I found myself sitting downstairs staring at the screen. It was only nine-thirty, two and a half hours left before Chloe and Gomes got home.

I stood up, grabbing the empty bowl with me and heading to the kitchen. I raise my head up to the sound of a knock outside. I wasn't expecting any visitors so sorry I didn't jump up to the opportunity of going to see who it is. For all I know it could be a serial killer. The unidentified killer knocked again and by this time I was readying myself to run upstairs and hide under the covers. A notification suddenly lights up my phone and I grab to look at it.

Are you up? _Zack

Wait, so are you the now identified killer knocking at my door _Rossita

Killer? _Zack

"Rose, open up," he shouts and my heart is at ease for a second. Familiar voices always come to save the day.

"Why are you not still at prom?" I ask, opening the door to let him in.

"I figured there was no point in staying if you weren't there." He pastes his lips up against mine and I am immediately taken back.

I take a step back to put some distance between us. "Are you drunk?"

"Me?" He places his hand on his chest. "I am not drunk." He brushes his hair back and then points at me. "But I am not sober either," he chuckles.

"Oh my gosh, Zack. Don't tell me you drove here in this state," I cry.

"Then I won't tell you," he slurs his words as he takes a step closer to me.

"Seriously, Zack?"

"You worry too much, Rose. Juliette hailed a cab for me." I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in.

"Let me call a cab to get you home." I switch my phone on. He takes the chance to snatch the phone out of my hand. "I came here to hang with you, not to be chased away." He pulls his bottom lip out and pouts.

"Fine, but don't make too much noise, mom is sleeping." We started walking up the stairs, him slouching up against me. He was heavy for sure and his whole weight wasn't even on top of me.

"Did you wash your hair today?" He asks. His nose was in my hair sniffing away.

"Zack." I push him away from me and he stumbles to the floor. At this point my heart was racing. Mom is going to wake up at any minute now and kill me.

We finally made it into my room and I could breathe with ease. "What do you want to do?" I turn to look at him sprawled on my bed.

He had a black suit on - something totally not Zack, but he's been surprising everyone lately. He looked so handsome laying there so I forced myself to standstill as I admired from afar. I used to kiss this boy. He did just kiss me a few minutes ago, but that doesn't count. His hair had grown a little longer, and I didn't take note when we were at the beach -where was my head?

"Zack, did you just fall asleep?" I move to sit next to his body. I brush the ringlets away from his face.

"I want to kiss you," he whispers.

"What?" I ask, dumbfounded. I pull my hand away from his face. He grabs it back and puts it back on his face. "You asked what I wanted to do." He opens his eyes and meets mine.

It was getting too hot, making it very difficult to think straight.

My gaze stops at his lips and this where the difficult decision lies - do I lean in and kiss him or not? "We shouldn't," I say.

"Then stop tempting me by staring at my lips."

There was silence and I heard the door downstairs close. I turned to look at the time - only thirty minutes had passed since Zack turned up at my house.

I jumped from the bed and stood as far away as I could from him. "Was it so bad that you all decided to leave early," I asked him.

"I don't know about everyone else, all I wanted to do was see you," he admits bluntly.

"Zack, don't say stuff like that out loud," I cry.

"You can't tell me you're still shy," he says and my cheeks react to his voice. He lets out a chortle.

We both turn our heads to the door as one knock breaks the brewing sexual aura between Zack and I.

"Rossita," Gomes whispers from the other side of the door.

Shit. I turn to Zack, eyes ready to pop out of my socket. I put a finger on my lips to tell him not to make a sound.

"Give me a second," I tell him.

I turn to grab my robe from the armchair and Zack takes that as the opportunity to rush and open the door.

What the actual fuck Zack!

"You've got to be kidding me," Gomes snickers. One thing led to another and as they began shouting at each other. I felt out of place and was ready to jump out of bed. Mom is awake at this point for sure.

"Gomes, it's not even what it looks like," I cry.

He turns to look at me, his teeth clenched together. I seemed to be the last person he wanted to look at or even hear from. "The door was closed, Rossita. Don't try to make a fool out of me, you've done that enough."

"She's right," Zack says after seeing how hurt I was by this uncomfortable predicament.

All I heard was the sound of his fist coming into contact with Zack's cheek. I closed my eyes and began to scream.

Mom appeared in her doorway, arms crossed and not looking very thrilled. Chloe rushes upstairs by the sound of my screams.

I ended up making this night about me after all.

You could see the guilt in his blue eyes as turns to my mom. "I am so sorry Ms. Jenkins. I didn't mean to cause such chaos in your home, especially at this hour.

He turns to look at me, and maybe I was imagining it, but his eyes were glossy and if he stayed longer, a tear would have dropped.

His eyes stayed with me as he turned and left. Chloe followed him and Zack stayed behind with me and my mom.

"Young boy, I am going to need you to leave my house as well," mom says sternly.

Mom didn't bother to look at me, she was clearly disappointed.

We were making improvements, whether small or not, they were improvements nonetheless but Zack had to come and ruin it. I don't want to be with Zack, I want you, Gomes.

I could hear Cincinnati roaring, she was angry with me too. The sound slowly became faint and then... he was gone.

Two weeks left and this is how you want to play the game? _Gomes

He sent it at midnight. Things had finally settled down at home. I never answered the message. I was confused, I thought he said he was going to stay here, but I guess he has changed his mind. Stop victimising yourself, Rossita. I wasn't sure if it was right for me to take any blame for this. I didn't expect Zack to come over and kiss me. I wish he had let me explain before reacting that way. His reaction was very much normal, Rossita. He didn't have to punch him.

I couldn't sleep, the guilt wouldn't let me. He was on my mind and I think it's time we speak and close this chapter - break us apart.

Meet me at the beach we last went together. We need to speak _Rossita