I froze, remaining so for a while. Then, I shoved Miguel away without much thought, stepping back myself.

He stumbled, falling onto the floor. "Ow! Why you push me?"

"What do you mean 'why'? You just kissed me!"

He cocked his head. "But...we were corrnecting."

Ugh, you share one moment with a guy and they try to pull some out-of-pocket shit!

I groaned. "Look, just forget it. I'm going to chalk this up to you being drunk and we pretend this never happened, understand?"

He nodded meekly.

"Good." I offered him a hand, then helped him up. "Now let's go get the others. Matter of fact; your drunk ass can stay here, I'll get them!"

. . .

As delicious as the icing had been alone, it tasted even better when frosted on the cakes - the icing's vanilla complemented the cakes' rich chocolate. I scarfed down several cakes, then gathered as many leftovers as I could get.

Although many of my fellow club members were still chilling at Miguel's, I rushed back to my dorms after. When I got there, I headed straight for Nabila's room.

After she let me in, she said, "Hi. Where'd you just come from?"

"Had a club meeting today."

"Ahh. How'd it go?"

"Alright." Sighing, I dropped onto her bed. "Well, until Miguel kissed me. Then it got a bit weird."

"Woah," Eyes widening, she sat beside me. "He did what?"

"Kissed me. Apparently, he thought we were 'connecting'."

"What? Doesn't he know about you and Angelo?"

"How would-" I paused. "Oh yeah, he saw us together at the party. We didn't say we were a thing though."

"Still-"

"It doesn't matter anyway: I already told him that we'll never speak of this again, so I doubt he's expecting another go."

"Good! I can't even imagine how Angelo would feel when he hears about this."

I bristled, scoffing. "The same guy who's messing around with Kyra? Fuck what he thinks!"

"Kyra?"

"The girl I told you he slept with, remember?"

"Ohh. I thought that was just a one-night stand?"

"Well I guess sometimes one-night stands turn to two-night stands and before you know it you're gushing all about her like a fucking lovestruck puppy!"

Silence seized the room.

A moment later, Nabila asked, "Um...did something happen between you two? I mean, you told me you both had sorted through the issue-"

"Well, that was before he decided to bring it up again."

"Ok. If you want to talk about it..."

I sighed, then vaguely narrated the incident, skipping over the body comparison part of it.

"...and I found it really disrespectful that he was gushing about her while with me, so I told him to leave."

Nabila breathed, "Wow, so he was looking at her Instagram instead of focusing on you? That's horrible!"

"Well...he didn't look up her Instagram; he said the pic popped up on his feed."

"Hmm. Did he say that he's been in contact with her?"

I thought for a bit, then replied, "No...but then again, he has her snap and IG, so I bet he is."

"But do you know that for sure?"

"Cmon, Bila," I scoffed, "Judging by the way he was gushing about her, there's no way he's not. I won't be surprised if he visits her often."

"Has he mentioned anything about visiting her ever since they...messed around?"

'She goes to a college miles away from mine, so it's doubtful we'll see often.'

I sighed exasperatedly. "You know what; never mind. I haven't thought about that dickhead in days, and I'll like to keep it like that."

That's a lie - you even texted him 'hi' a few hours ago.

Nabila's eyes widened. "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't realize-"

"It's fine. By the way, do you want to game?"

Her brow furrowed. "What? You want to game?"

Oh lord, why did I say that of all things?

I shrugged. "I mean, it's high time that I try-"

"Yes!" Nabila jumped off the bed, clapping her hands together. "I can't wait to introduce you to my collection!"

. . .

Angelo got back to me the next morning with a simple 'hey'.

I rolled my eyes when I saw it. Of course that's all he replies.

Sighing, I texted: 'Do you wanna come over later today?'

I stared at the message for a few moments, then took a deep breath and sent it. I mean, if we're going to have any discussion on this, it's better in person than over the phone...

I waited a few moments to see if he would reply. He didn't, so I got on with my day, checking my phone periodically.

He replied about two hours later: 'Sure, I'll drop by later'.

I frowned. Drop by? Way to sound enthusiastic about it.

I replied: 'Alright, I'll see you then'.

. . .

"Thank you for gracing me with your presence, my lord."

Angelo smirked at me. "Not a problem, my lady."

I rolled my eyes, but let him into my room. I frowned when I noticed his eyes. "Are you high?"

"Am I?" He grinned. "That is the question."

I settled on my bed. "Right; so you are."

He took off his jacket, then lay beside me, chuckling. "When am I not?"

An image of Miguel drunk flashed through my mind, closely followed by one of him kissing me. I winced.

The room was silent for a while after that. I was tempted to break it, but I held off: I wanted Angelo to bring up the issue we'd left off on his last visit.

After an eternity, he spoke. "Oh yeah-"

I perked up. Is he actually going to do it?

"How have you been? Anything new?"

I deflated. Oh.

Struggling to keep the bitterness out of my voice, I replied, "Nothing much, same old. You?"

"I'm going to classes more now." He grinned. "You must be proud."

I shrugged. "Good for you I guess."

"Oh come on!" He nudged me. "Where's your energy?"

Where's your fucking apology, dickhead? I shouldn't have to ask you for one!

"I've got some things on my mind."

His brows pulled together. "Is everything alright?"

Maybe I need to hit you with the same energy for you to understand.

I sighed. "Alright, I'll come clean. But for the record, I feel really guilty about this."

He frowned, sitting up. "About what?"

I twiddled my fingers, looking away from him. "Well...I kissed Miguel."

"Who?"

"The guy you competed against the night of the party. remember? The one who was boasting."

"Ah. Cool."

I frowned, looking at him like he'd grown a third eye. "Cool?"

"Well, except if he sucked at kissing."

Oh my god, he doesn't even care!

I retorted, "No, he was pretty good. Maybe even better than you."

"Really?" He sighed. "Guess I need more practice; care to help me out?"

At that point, I wanted nothing more badly than to gouge out Angelo's eyes and rip his stupid smirk off his face.

Forcing a smile onto my face, I stood up. "Practice on your arm; I need to use the toilet."

As I was walked into the bathroom, he said, "Alright, I'll show you my progress when you get back!"

I forced a chuckle, then closed the door behind me. Slowly walking over to my mirror, I stared at it: a wide-eyed girl stared back, looking like she had just been forced to sniff a dirty pile of laundry.

I scoffed. Aimee, what the fuck are you doing? Why are you acting exclusive with a guy who's clearly not giving you the same energy? He doesn't even care about you enough to care that you are, so what's the point?

My chest tightened, but I fought back the sobs that were building in it, splashing water on my face to re-adjust myself. Then, I headed back into the room.

. . .

I mumbled to myself, "Fuck, I didn't think this through."

My mood had reflected on the remainder of my time with Angelo that day: I barely spoke to him, focusing on the movie I put on after I got back from the bathroom and using it as my excuse for not doing so. I also didn't bother to return the kiss he gave me before he left (he frowned, but didn't comment on it).

Shortly after he left, I forced myself to act on the decision I'd reached during my time with him.

Looking at the brown apartment door before me, I took a deep breath and knocked again. Please be around, please be around-

"Hold on!"

A few moments later, Miguel opened the door. His brows rose when he saw me. "Aimee?"

I smiled. "Hi, Miguel. May I come in?"

. . .

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