PROLOGUE

Defined spaces was so not my cup of tea. I really don't know how I got into this mess. Yes, Dante was hot. Yes, Dante was a jock and dated the hottest girl in school. And no, I wasn't in love with him. It just couldn't be possible. I'm just the normal plain Jane that walked past him every day, had a house next to his and has every class with him except bio. But still…

Oh, who am I fooling here? I have feelings for him, but their only feelings. Like a crush. A stupid crush that made me get into this mess in the first place.

Ok, so most of you might be wondering, well what's up? And I'll be more then glad to tell you, if only it was that simple. So I've been crushing on Dante since he got to this school. Not that he noticed of course. Days went by and months…and now were at year number three! Pathetic I know. So I've been hearing rumours of Dante and his girlfriend, Victoria, having some trouble in their love life.

Don't get me wrong I did get a little hopeful. Okay, maybe a lot. Though chances, that he would even see me were scarce, so I tried to improvise. And that's more or less why I'm here. In the boy's locker room, in a locker, covered in dirty smelly socks and holding my breath, because that boy I like is standing in front of me. And I'm in his locker…

My sweaty hand covered my mouth as Dante got closer. Oh please God, I promise I will pray more if Dante magically gets called away and doesn't return in like 5 minutes.

Dante was talking to his buddy, Nevan; apparently they have been friends since childhood. And I'm not a stalker; I heard it from his twin sister, Serena. She's my bff. We've been friends since sixth grade. I was the girl with braces. And she was the popular one- also head of the maths league of our school. Every guy was after her and still is.

I have always been her lefty. If you don't know what that is, let me explain. A lefty is the second best friend. The one that follows orders and says yes and amen when ever asked a question or command. So now you're probably asking who the righty is. Well it's none other then the one and only Victoria! Didn't see that did you?

A rattling noise bought me back to reality. Shit, Dante's trying to open his locker!

"Can't seem to get it open," he said between breaths. Was it just me, but did he smell like strawberries? I can get use to that. Anyway, focus Jane – ironic isn't it, that my name's Jane.

"Bro, let's go, I got to meet up with seniorita Maria!" Nevan said mimicking a salsa dancer.

Please go, please…

Dante looked back at his locker for a long time, for a moment I thought he was looking straight at me. His eyes were an icy blue, he seemed worried and if I wasn't mistaken…afraid. He turned around and grabbed his hoody that was lying on the bench.

"Alright, let's go." He said and walked out the locker room with Nevan.

Thank you Lord! I smiled widely as he exited. And as promised, I will pray.

I said a quick praying of thanks and praise and started budging on the locker door. I wiggled it a bit and started kicking it. Later I tried to give it an elbow. It hurt like hell and I'm sure everyone heard me cursing, but the door didn't want to open. I was almost about to pray again when someone came in, I didn't care if it was one of the jocks. They will laugh a bit and then get over it.

"Hey hey! Anyone help!" I yelled and started banging on the door. No one can miss this and just leave me here. Except if the jock leaves, bring his friends, laugh about it and then leave.

I saw the figure move in the distance and started yelling again for help.

"Hey, where are you?" A voice asked. I couldn't recognise the voice; the locker seemed to make the voices outside seem deeper. "Here, Locker number 8, if I'm right," I said loudly. Hopefully it's not someone I know.

A knocking noise came from outside. "Yes! You got it!" I said knocking back also.

The figure was looking down and had a red beanie on. The locker door shacked a bit and soon enough the locker door swung open.

"Oh, thank you so much. I've been in there for quite some time…" I stopped mid-sentence as I gazed into the very same icy blue eyes of earlier.

Shit…

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