My heart starts beating fast the moment I grab the paper that has my grade on it.

I turn it around so I can see the result of all my hard work from the last couple of weeks and I practically jump on my feet when I see the B plus marked on the top of the page.

Holy shit, I can't believe I got a B. No, not just a B, a B freaking plus! It's too good to be true and I can only think of one thing.

I need to tell Bennett!

The tutoring thing definitely worked.

I control myself not to scream of excitement in the middle of the class and as soon as the bell rings, I'm out of the room looking for him.

I rush to the hallway where his locker is located as I now know that he usually stops there between classes. As I expected, I see him shoving his books inside of his locker and I practically run towards him.

"I did it!" My voice clearly startles him and he turns to face me, but before he can even understand what is going on, I jump on him throwing my arms around his neck in an impulsive act.

His arms go around my waist as he catches me mid air and instead of letting him go as I should, I tighten my arms for a second. He lowers me down on the floor, but doesn't let me go, so I straighten up on my tip toe to meet his height.

His body is as close to mine as it has ever been and I feel the muscles on his back contract under my touch.

I have to admit that hugging him feels too good.

I'm hugging Bennett. Holy shit, I'm hugging Bennett!

I suddenly let him go and quickly take a step back, putting space between us, my cheeks completely on fire.

He's staring at me intently and I can't help but feel completely embarrassed by what I just did. I can't believe I jumped on him like that.

"What was that for?" Instead of being mad at me for acting crazy, he simply asks. I can see his cheeks are red too and I can't help but think how cute he looks when he's flustered.

"I did it." I hand him the paper and he analyses it with a serious expression. I keep my eyes focused on his face, because I want to see his reaction.

"You got a B plus on the test?" He asks surprised, but it's more like a statement. I nod vigorously and his smile grows bigger. "I'm so proud of you, Alex."

My heart starts giving quick jumps inside my chest.

Never in a million years I'd thought that Bennett is someone that would make me feel so good about myself.

All of the studying sessions, all the effort paid off. It was so worth it. To be honest, I'd do it all over again just to hear those words.

Bennett is proud of me.

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The week went by very hectic, which I'm grateful for, that way I could avoid Lilly. It's still weird between us after that day we argued.

It's been a long time for my liking and it's about time for us to talk about it, but she's being a proud idiot and so am I.

When I was talking to Bennett about my test, I saw Lilly looking at us from afar with an inquisitive look and I know she saw us hugging. I know her too well to know what she was thinking, I could see it on her face.

The fact that I was hanging on Bennett's neck and holding him so tight just confirms that in her twisted mind Dylan is not the right guy for me.

I'm not making the first move though. I miss her, I truly do, but I'm sick of hearing she talking shit about Dylan. All I want is her support, is that too much to ask of my best friend?

I'm thinking about what went down between us while I'm getting ready for my second date with Dylan. We were supposed to go on the date last week, but something came up and he had to stay on campus the whole weekend. Something about an internship fair or whatsoever.

I wish so much that Lilly was here to help me, but I have to stand my ground for once.

Ok, I might make the first move, just because I know she had the auditions for the school play last week and I'm too curious to know how it went. She's so talented that I'm sure she'll get the lead part.

Focusing back on the date, I decide to go with a blue dress and black tights as the weather is a bit chilly. My hair and make-up look quite ok, but not as good as when Lilly helps me.

Stop, Alex. Stop thinking about Lilly. You're going out with Dylan, you have to kiss him again to feel the fireworks and that's what you should be focusing on.

That's how you prove that Lilly is wrong about him.

I start to feel the excitement building up inside of me as I know Dylan will be here at any second.

When I finally hear the doorbell ring, I run downstairs to open the door, only to find the most gorgeous human being I have ever seen.

Dylan looks amazing and I can't help but mentally high-five myself. This is what I'm talking about, one look at him and I'm reminded of all the reasons why I love him so much.

"You look awesome, Harper." He says and I smile. "I like your new look. Way better than the other clothes you used to wear."

"I know. I like my new look too." I play with my new necklace and give him a weak smile. I liked my old look too, but it feels good that he noticed me after my make-over. "You look great too, like always."

He smirks, looking proud of himself. I know how much he likes to be complimented, but I didn't say it to make him feel good, I said it because it's true.

I realize now how much I actually missed him. I know I said I haven't thought a lot about him, but it was just because I was studying too hard. Now that he's here in front of me, there's no one else in this world I'd rather be with.

As he drives, I try to take in every moment. The way he's happily singing, his hand that every now and then is on mine, playing with my fingers and how he talks excitedly about what's going on in his life.

I can't say enough how many times I've dreamed about being in his car like this. So different then all the time he gave me rides to school.

"Where are we going?" I ask, but it's not like I care. It doesn't matter where he takes me, I'm sure I'll have a nice time.

"There is this cool restaurant I'd like to take you to. I hope you like Italian food."

"I do." He smiles and takes my hand in his, making me giggle.

Food and Dylan. This can't get any better.

We get to the place and it's more like a nice bistro. Each table has a candle in the middle and a cute red and green tablecloth. He leads the way and I just follow as I confess my eyes are only focused on how he's still holding my hand.

"So, are you excited for our date?" He asks as soon as we're seated.

"I am. I must say that I wanted this to happen for a while now.'' I finally confess.

"You should have said something." I suddenly feel embarrassed, but I'm not sure why.

"I know, but it's not like I stood a chance. You could have every girl you wanted at school."

"Well, I want you now." I feel my cheeks reddening with his comment and I'm self-conscious about the way he's looking at me.

I guess now I know why one date is usually enough for girls to be head over heels for him. He knows what he's doing and flirty should be his middle name.

"Tell me about school." He changes the topic and I'm grateful for it. "Do you guys miss me?"

"Of course everyone misses you." I chuckle and he nods. "The football team is not the same without you."

"Hell they aren't. You know, as we're on this topic, I had the tryouts."

He had mentioned to me when we texted a while ago that he was getting ready for the tryout for the college's football team, but we didn't bring up the topic after that.

I look at him expectantly and wait for him to tell me more, but he takes a bite of the appetizer that just arrived.

"So? How was it? Did you make it?" He takes his time to answer. I think he likes to play the mysterious type or at least he wants me to keep asking about his life.

"Yeah, I did." He finally confirms and I clap my hands, smiling widely at the same time that I see him inflating his chest.

"That's awesome Dylan! I knew you would get in." He scratches the back of his neck, looking proud of himself.

"I mean, I'm not sure I'll play anytime soon, but at least I'm part of the team, right? They just need to realize I'm better than their quarterback."

"They will see that, I'm sure." He looks at me with an admiring look, that makes me feel so good.

"Yeah. Have I said that you are amazing, Alex?" My jaw is hurting. I'm smiling too much.

Soon enough, our main course arrives and all I can say is that the rest of the dinner was great, we talked about so many things that we lost track of time.

The company was great, food was great - there's no way spaghetti carbonara could be bad - so it was a recipe for success.

I just wish I could tell Lilly how amazing going out with Dylan is.

He's now driving me back to my house and I start to feel nervous. Is he going to kiss me again? What if I don't feel anything just like the other time?

I try not to think about it and just let it be until it's time to actually freak out, which is a progress, considering I'm an incredible over-thinker.

If there was a competition for best over-thinker, I'd win a golden medal, for sure.

He parks the car and rounds it to the passenger side, so I wait for him to open the door for me like the other time. Only, he doesn't. He stands still waiting for me to get out.

I open the door and he helps me get out of the car - at least he did that - and we walk to my front door, holding hands.

He stops right in front of it and as we look at each other, I let go a deep breath, anticipating what is coming next.

''So, did you enjoy our date?'' He asks.

''I did, very much. Did you?'' I ask uncertain, hoping that he feels the same way I do about it.

''Of course I did. This time we'll do it right, so I'll call you tomorrow.'' We both laugh and I nod.

He lets go of my hand and takes a strand of my loose hair to put it behind my ears, slowly leaning towards my face.

I guess this is it. The moment of truth.

I close my eyes, but before he gets to kiss me, the porch lights turn on and I jump away from him.

I see my dad moving away from the window and there's nothing I want more than to kill him right now.

''That's so embarrassing.'' I put my hands to my face, but Dylan just laughs.

''Your dad is concerned, I get him. I mean, we've been friends our whole lives, but things are different. I don't want to be just your friend anymore.'' I look up to find those perfect piercing blue eyes glued on mine and let me tell you, this is even better than kissing him.

''I guess I should go, before George comes out here. I like your dad, but he's a scary dude when it comes to you.''

''Yeah, sorry about that.'' He shrugs, before looking both sides and trying to peek inside my window, probably to see if my dad is still there.

I think he doesn't see him sneaking on us, because the next thing he does is to lean forward and peck me on the lips, letting them linger for a couple seconds.

I wait, and wait and for the second time, I don't feel the sparks I thought I would.

What is wrong with me?

''I'll talk to you tomorrow, ok?'' He says and I nod one last time, before he's down the steps and going to his car.

I wait for him to get inside and I only move when his car turns at the end of the street, getting out of my sight.

Instead of feeling happy, I feel confused.

Why does Dylan's kiss still doesn't feel as it should? The first time I wasn't ready, but this time I should have felt the electricity and I just didn't.

I get inside my house, lost in thoughts when I hear a deep voice.

''Stop right there, young lady.'' I close my eyes and curse under my breath, before turning around and going to the living room, where my dad is sitting on the armchair.

''Hi dad.'' I say in a high pitched voice.

''So, you and Dylan, uhn?'' He closes the book he was reading and puts it on the side table before looking back at me.

He's trying to be intimidating, but he just looks so adorable. My dad is the best, even when he's a mood-killer.

''What about me and Dylan?'' I'm playing innocent and I blink a few times.

''I've been your age. I'm way ahead of you, so don't try to fool me.'' He states with a smirk on his face and I roll my eyes. I've heard many times my mom say how my dad used to be a player back in the day, only settling down when he met her.

''We just went out a couple of times, it's not a big deal.'' It is, especially the fact that I don't feel anything when he kisses me, but I won't tell my dad that.

''Right, it's how it starts but trust me, I know how Dylan works. I just don't want you to get hurt.''

''I won't.'' I say, actually a bit annoyed.

''I know you can take care of yourself, but you are too sweet and you should know that guys like Dylan will use that to their advantage. He's not like Bennett, you know?''

I gasp in surprise.

''Bennett? What the hell does Bennett have to do with all of this?'' I cross my arms over my chest, getting really angry.

''I didn't mean to upset you, Alex. It's nothing about Bennett, they are brothers and I was just comparing. They are very different, that's all.''

''No dad, I'm sick of everyone talking about Bennett. It was Dylan that took me on a date, it was Dylan who kissed me, why on earth are you bringing up Bennett?''

"I'll try to ignore the part you said he kissed you." I feel even more annoyed after his comment.

"Argh!" I suddenly spin around on my heels to make my way to my room, stomping my foot and I don't stop when I hear my dad calling my name. I lock myself in my room and let out a frustrated sigh.

I'm letting my anger out on him, but I'm just frustrated because he sounds a lot like Lilly.

Every time I talk about Dylan, she turns the conversation to Bennett and I don't need that shit from my dad too.

My phone buzzes and I take it from my jacket just to see my dad's name on it.

I'm sorry, you're right, Bennett has nothing to do with this. - Dad

I don't reply and in seconds there's another buzz.

Just please keep your pants on when it comes to Dylan. - Dad

Oh my God!

I throw my phone away with this last text and at this moment I want to dig a big hole and die of embarrassment.

That's a conversation I definitely don't want to have with my dad.

Truth is, I'm annoyed because I don't want to admit that Lilly is right about one thing. The date was nice, but now that I'm here alone and replaying the night in my head, we did spend the whole time talking about Dylan and his life. Even when he asked about school, what he cared about was if he's been missed.

I thought it would be easy to talk to him about everything and it is in a way, but the conversation always conveys to him, while with Bennett it is actually a different story.

These past two weeks that we have been talking more, Bennett cheers me up and makes sure I'm feeling ok, regardless if it's because my grades aren't so great or because I don't fit in with a bunch of lawyers.

I hate, absolutely hate to admit, but Dylan and Bennett are indeed very different. Everyone knows that, but what I have to say - and I never thought I'd say that - is that spending time with Bennett sometimes is better than being with Dylan.

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Hello Lovely Readers,

Here is another chapter!  I don't have much to say today, just that I'm excited with what is coming in the next chapters! 

Are you ready for Bennett's POV?  **coming soon**

Am I the only one who was like ''awww'' when Alex hugged Bennett? Ok, maybe I'm exaggerating. I'll stop.

What do you think of Alex's dad? Hahahaha I like him a lot!

Looking forward to reading your comments! <3

Love,
Me