A N A Ï S

"Wait, hold on. So you're telling me that Cohen Valencia, you're overly protective brother has no problem with you and Dante having a thing?" Evelyn stares at me in complete shock.

"I couldn't believe it either, but hey, I'm pretty happy with the way he reacted." I shrug.

"I should actually be thanking you" I say turning to Lucas, who was busy texting away on his phone. I took a quick glance at his screen and not to my surprise, he was texting Cohen.

"What does any of this have to do with me?" Lucas chuckles turning to look at me.

"Well, because of you, my brother allowed whatever Dante and I have" I explain.

"Huh?" He looks at me in confusion.

"Oh you oblivious human" Kiera shakes her head and stares at Lucas.

"I'm so lost right now" Lucas mutters, staring at Evelyn, Kiera and I.

"I'm pretty sure you know that Cohen likes you and we all know you like him back, you get all flustered when anyone talks about him and let's not forget that you guys text 24/7" I laugh

"He likes me? pfft, I didn't know that at all. Guess I'm as oblivious as a protagonist in a Wattpad love story" Lucas shrugs his shoulders, a sarcastic shocked expression in his face.

Evelyn, Kiera and I roll our eyes before I turn back to both the girls.

"Speaking of Dante, have you guys seen him today?" I ask them, my eyes subconsciously wandering around the empty parking lot that was located near our tree.

"Yeah, I saw him in my calculus" Lucas nods his head. His eyes glued onto his phone.

"I guess, It's good that you don't need to secretly talk or...do other stuff with Dante without hiding it, right?" Kiera smiles.

"Yeah, I guess that's true. But there was a different type of thrill in hiding it from my brother. This may sound weird but I kind of enjoyed being all secretive and stuff" I shrug.

"Uh...you're a different breed" Evelyn mumbles, eyeing me.

"Like I've said before, I'm not like other girls" I state sarcastically, giggling like a middle schooler. My pitch higher than usual.

"Please get the fuck out of here if you say something like that ever again" Evelyn looks at me, her nose scrunched up with disgust as she eyed me.

I just crack a smile before my eyes zero on Dante near his locker. I got off the tree and decided to go talk to him.

"Dante!" I yell, grabbing his attention.

He looks up from his locker, his eyes landing on me for a few seconds before he focuses back on his locker.

"Hey" He states, jumbling though his locker.

"You know, I was thinking about it and maybe we should—" I start but got cut of by him slamming his locker door shut. He looked like he was in a hurry to be somewhere.

"Listen, can we talk a bit later? I'm kind of busy right now. I need to head to my next class. I'll text you" He rushes, before walking in the other direction, not even waiting for my response.

Well he's a bitch today.

"Alright then, asshole" I mumble walking back to the tree. All three of my friends eyeing me. They probably just saw the whole thing go down.

That's kind of embarrassing if you ask me.

Okay, maybe I was being a bit dramatic by calling him an asshole...and a bitch. Maybe he's just really in a rush to get to his next class...that doesn't even start in another 30 minutes.

"What happened over there?" Evelyn frowns

"I don't know, it doesn't matter anyways" I shrug her off

"If he's being a dick, just let us know" Lucas mumbles staring at nothing in particular.

We ended up finishing up with our food before heading to our next class.

Maybe I'm overthinking the whole situation, maybe he's just super busy and doesn't have time to talk to me right now.

Yeah, that's probably it.

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10PM. That's what's written on the clock, and Dante still hasn't texted me or talked to me the whole day.

Maybe I'm just being overly clingy.

I just need to find a way to distract myself. Maybe I'll finish all my homework so I'll be completely free.

So that's exactly what I did for the next 2 hours. It was already midnight and I wasn't close to tired. I think it's cause I drank too much coffee today. I'm overly hyper.

Maybe I should take a shower. That fresh feeling could make me sleepy.

I trudge to the bathroom and close the door, turning the shower faucet on. I waited a few seconds before the hot water started pouring out from the shower head.

I stripped out of my clothes, letting the hot water trickle down my shoulders and back. After what felt like a good 20 minutes, I got out of the shower wrapping a towel around my body. The bathroom was covered in stream.

I walked out of the bathroom and changed into an oversized t-shirt before jumping into bed. I pulled the duvet over my body and just then, my phone rang.

I looked at the caller ID and it was none other than Dante.

"Hey" I answer, putting the phone up to my ear.

"I have a question" He replies.

"Well damn, my day was great. Thanks for asking" I mumble.

"Oh, oops. Hey" He corrects himself.

"What was your question?" I ask.

"Let's say there's someone—lets call them person A— they like this other person—lets call them person B—but person A is scared of commitment and they feel like everything they would do could mess up whatever chance they have with person B. And person B knows that person A knows that person B is someone who doesn't really commit to things and—" Dante starts his whole rant.

"Dante. Is this about you and me?" I cut to the point.

There was silence for a good 10 seconds before he let out a long sigh.

"Fine. Yes, it is. I don't know how to do this whole relationship stuff, and you know fully well that I don't know how to commit to anyone. Heck you've been calling me a player, or a fuckboy my entire life. I'm sorry I haven't talked to you much today, I'm just scared that I could say something that could ruin whatever we have," he says.

"You've done one thing right. You told me how you feel about this whole situation, so maybe we can work things out slowly." I shrug.

"But what if I—" He starts but I cut him off.

"You're overthinking the whole situation, it'll be just fine" I state.

"Which gets me to my question, What exactly are we?" I ask.

"Whatever you want us to be? I don't really know" Dante says, I could picture him shrugging.

"Okay, to make things easier. Will you be my boyfriend?" I ask him.

"Wait, I'm the one that's supposed to—" He starts but i cut him off.

"It doesn't fucking matter who asks. So, will you be my boyfriend?" I ask him once again.

"Yes, but I'm the one who's supposed to—" Dante starts all over again.

"Great. you know what's so funny? You're way more different once I got to know you a bit more." I change the subject.

"Are you complementing me, Anaïs?" Dante chuckles, I could practically picture the smile he has on his disgustingly perfect face.

"Actually never mind you're still a cocky bastard" I sigh.

Dante lets out a laugh and we both ended up talking for what felt like hours. Once we both got tired we ended the call and the last thing I saw before I drifted off to the sleep was the needle of the clock almost striking 3am.

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