Amanda's POVIt was Homecoming in a day. I had already texted Jerry my address so that he knew where to pick me up. I was excited for it, as I hadn't been to a school party before.Yet, in the back of my mind, I was still thinking of Vince and his lips that almost brushed mine. No, I should get this thought out of my head. It was Jerry that asked me out, so I should be thinking of him instead.Somehow, I had forgotten to go shopping for the dress despite Layla's insistence on getting a dress with me.We planned it on Saturday, but that day Layla had a dental appointment, so we called it off.Guess I'll have to wear something that I have in my closet, which wasn't much, to be honest,

Vince's POVIt was that fated day. Where two worlds collide. Where stuff happens. The day of utmost importance. It was when you could screw who you wanted with no strings attached. The day where the teachers stopped screaming at you for once. At least for a few hours.It was Homecoming.Sadly, I'm going with my ex-girlfriend Emma because we'd agreed to go together before we broke up.That was fine with me, but she just had to know that we were over for real. Because frankly, it had been bothering me quite a bit, but not any longer. It was time to show them the real Vince. The one who was not afraid to stand up for what he wanted.In an air-conditioned toilet in the comfort o

Amanda's POVI held my breath as he walked past, not daring to make a sound. I was hiding behind the classroom door, my back facing it. The tension was palpable in the pin-drop silence of the classroom.From where I was standing, I could hear the shuffling footsteps not far away. Oh no, Jerry is going to come here any time soon.My shoe at this moment decided to make a terribly loud clicky noise. Oh dammit, why had I decided to wear these heels again?Mentally, I slapped myself. Seriously Amanda? At this time. Perhaps a little harder than Emma's, couldn't be too sure about that.Jerry turned and looked at the wall that I was hiding on. I could almost feel his burning gaze on me. Plea

Amanda's POVAfter Emma left, Vince turned to me, his face impassive, yet his eyes were filled with emotion. I was again spellbound by the sincerity in his eyes. We were now seated at a bench, enjoying the cool nighttime breeze. I shivered a little, and Vince scooted closer to me. It just felt right, being here together with him and enjoying the silence. Yes, this was exactly where I wanted us to be. For all the drama with Emma and her confession, it was worth it. I sighed."I'm so sorry." He apologized, but I wasn't sure what for. He had no need to be sorry, as it was not his fault at all. "It's okay." I smiled. At least the problem got settled and we could really move on. At least in terms of who we could be with. If Emma had meant what she had said, I guess everything is fine. I had something to say but decided to wait till tomorrow to gauge his response. I just had to ask him. About the file. Did he know about it?

In the confines of the car, my heartbeat sped up instantly, taking control of my mind. Blood pounded in my ears. Oh no, it must be turning red by now. The fact that Vince was here made it even more uncomfortable. I needed to be alone. This was such a rude shock. I can't believe he is back, and he never called. My shaking hand still held my phone. My fingers felt so weak, I could drop my phone anytime.  Suddenly, I felt nauseous and wanted to throw up, my head feeling numb.I swallowed and glanced down, not wanting to alarm Vince. The car felt so small all of a sudden, almost suffocating. I shifted uncomfortably against the plush leather seats.'You okay, kitten?' Vince asked me, shooting me a worried glance, as he dro