I chewed on my bottom lip. I could tell that James wasn't happy with my answer, and I scrambled to explain myself. "It wasn't on purpose, I promise," I muttered. "I just grabbed it without thinking. I didn't even realize it was Romeo's. It was too late when I realized it."James forced a smile, running his hand through his hair. "Don't worry about it. You can wear whatever you want. Even if it belongs to your ex," He said, his voice filled with sarcasm. I lifted an eyebrow. "Is it bad that I said the truth ? I didn't mean to upset you by telling the truth. I could have just lied to you and said it was my hoodie, but I didn't. Wearing his hoodie doesn't mean that I have any feelings for him anymore," I rambled. My hand slowly crept down to my lap, bunching up the fabric of my skirt. I curled my fingers into tight fists. I had told him I didn't have feelings for Romeo anymore. Was that a lie? I was not even sure about how I was feeling these days. But, one thing was sure. I was movin

"Do you really think I should let my hair down?" I asked James, a pout forming on my lips as I looked at him through my phone screen. "I think I look better with it in a ponytail." I added. "No, baby, you should let it down," James insisted. "You're gorgeous when it's down - like a princess that you are."A flush crept up my face as I smiled back at him. Was he just saying this to flatter me, or did he genuinely mean what he was saying?I lifted my shoulder in a half shrug, acting like I was not happy by his compliment. Then, I let my hair fall loose my shoulders. "What do you think?" I asked him. A corner of his mouth lifted."You look stunning. Absolutely gorgeous," He said, picking his words one after the other. James and I were video chatting and I decided to get his input on my hair since he would not be attending the party with me. Well, I had agreed to go to the party with my best friend, Joey because I thought James would follow me. But when I invited James, he had explai

"Are you not supposed to call your best friend and let her know where you're going?" Romeo suggested as we walked towards his car.I lifted one shoulder in a half shrug. "My best friend, who ignored me at a party?" I accused.Telling Joey that I was going out with Romeo seemed pointless, especially since she might not even have her phone with her. And, even if she did, she'd just yell at me for hanging out with my ex, and tell me to come back home."You came to the party alone. What did you expect?" He shot back, a laugh escaping his lips.I wrinkled my nose. "Whatever!" I snapped. We reached his car and got inside. I hated to admit it, but I had missed being in his car. It brought back so many memories of our old days.Romeo turned on the car radio and music started to play. He then turned the key in the ignition and the engine came to life.As we pulled away from the curb, the song "Too Many Nights" by Metro Boomin' started to play.I pulled my phone out of my bag, my first chance

I gave a half shrug. What was he up to? I heard what he said, but I acted like I had not heard what he said. It was probably for the best to pretend like I had not heard, since he didn't seem keen to repeat himself. I jumped down from the table and wandered over to the bed, pulling the blanket over my head. Romeo got up from the chair, and put the box back in the cupboard, then turned to face the closet. He pulled out a black t-shirt and threw it on, still silent."So, how many girls have you had on the bed?" I asked, breaking the quiet.Romeo turned to face me with his eyebrows lifted. It wasn't quite a glare, but there was definitely a hint of judgment in his gaze. I instantly regretted asking the question. I should have kept my mouth shut.I flopped down on the bed, resting my head on the headboard. "Don't give me that look," I grumbled, pouting my lips."Is that a question coming from someone who didn't appreciate it when I asked if she had sex with her boyfriend?" He shot back.

~ IVY ~Monday mornings were always a source of stress, especially when my timetable had a back-to-back block of math classes - calculus followed by chemistry. This Monday was even worse, though, since our chemistry teacher was running late. A part of me was relieved, since it meant I could catch my breath after the marathon of mental math that calculus had been. Another part of me was frustrated - I had a lot to cover in chemistry, and I knew the teacher would make up for lost time by moving at a lightning pace. I took a deep breath, trying to ignore the noise filling the classroom. I wished the class would quiet down. It was not like everyone's favorite subject, so why were so many people so early? I guess some of them were here to kiss up to the teacher, since she was known for her strict grading. I put my hand to my forehead, a pounding headache shooting behind my eyes. I thought the aspirin I had taken that morning would do the trick, but it didn't seem to be enough. The headac