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I looked down at my hands, which were clenched into tight fists on the table. My heart was racing, and my palms were sweating. I couldn't understand why I was so nervous. Maybe it was the thought of having to talk to a guy I liked about my ex. I swallowed a gulp down my throat , trying to calm myself down. I stole a glance at James, who was sitting across from me. He looked completely relaxed and unbothered, while I was struggling to keep my cool. It seemed unfair that he could be so calm, while I was filled with nervous energy. Well, I was the one who was going to have to explain myself, not him. He was the listener. We sat at our table, the chatters of other customers filling the silence between us. We were waiting for one of the waitresses to bring our orders.I hated the uncomfortable silence between us. It was odd. On a normal day, we would have been discussing books, movies or anything. But now, I was wrestling with my thoughts, while James was absorbed in his phone.Things

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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

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It was official. And just like that, we were official. I was now James's girlfriend.It only took a single evening at the snack restaurant to turn the tide of our relationship. The conversation had taken a new turn after I said "I want you too" to him. He asked me out again and I agreed to be in a relationship with him.It wasn't out of pity for him, or a desire to avoid hurting his feelings. I truly wanted it, as much as he did. I could think of no one who had treated me with the care and respect James had shown me since the moment we'd met.I knew that my relationship with James could work, if I could put the past behind me and stop dwelling on my history with Romeo. And I had been able to do that. I was done with Romeo, done thinking about him and what we had. What we'd had was over, and all that remained were the lessons I'd learned from the experience. Lessons that would help me become a better person, and a better partner to James.I had even gathered up everything that still be

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"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

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I swallowed a gulp down my throat as I looked up at him. "He's definitely an ass," I agreed, my voice tight.I had to know why Romeo kept showing up everywhere I went. I needed a break from his face.Romeo walked toward me, his hands shoved in his pockets, and his eyes fixed on mine. "You don't belong at these kinds of parties," He said bluntly.I refused to be intimidated by his intense gaze. I kept looking back at him, my chin raised. "This is not the first time you're telling me this," I told him."I'm going to keep saying it until you take a break from these parties you don't like," He rambled, his forest green eyes glinting in the light.I tucked a lock of hair behind my ear, breaking eye contact. "Just so you know, I'm enjoying this party," I lied, my cheeks heating up.Romeo scoffed. "You can tell yourself that if it helps you sleep at night. You are enjoying yourself, alone in the corner? And you kicked the guy who was trying to make tonight fun for you."I raised my gaze to me

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"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

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I shot him a deadly glare. "Of all the questions you could ask, you chose this one," I blurted out.Romeo raised an eyebrow. "Just answer my question. We were playing a game, remember?" He reminded me. "Why do you even want to know if I have had sex with my boyfriend?" I demanded.Romeo opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. Then he cleared his throat, and met my gaze through the rearview mirror. "You do know that I was only asking the question as part of the game, right?" He rambled. "And, I didn't ask the reason you asked me those three questions.""I didn't ask if you had sex with Samantha or any other girl though," I retorted. "Don't worry then," Romeo mumbled, avoiding my gaze. He reached for the door handle and stepped out of the car.A frown formed between my brows. Was he upset with me? I got out of the car and hurried to catch up with him."Are you angry?" I asked, after catching up with him. "No, of course not," He replied.I took a deep breath, tryi

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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.

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~ ROMEO ~I kept stealing glances at Ivy through the rearview mirror as I drove. Her eyes were closed, and her head was resting against the headrest. My knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel so hard. I hoped I would not cause an accident with my mind so distracted. If I caused an accident, I would never forgive myself - especially given everything I've already put her through.The sound of her phone buzzing broke the silence and she reached for it, opening her eyes as she did so. Her smile confused me, and I wondered what she had seen on her phone to provoke such a reaction. She had not smiled once since I had started driving her home, but there was no denying the look of happiness on her face. I tried not to think about whether it was her boyfriend on the other end.I bit my lip, trying not to ask who she had been texting. I had already made a mess of things. I didn't want to further mess up by revealing my jealousy.I was trying so hard to keep my feelings in check.

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~ 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

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