Luis' POV

As I sat in the taxi heading back to Eden Hall after my summer in Miami, I pondered over my future with Mindy. Was there one? No. I couldn't continue my relationship with her. She wasn't my type. Yes, Mindy was pretty and came from a wealthy family, but honestly, when she wasn't irritating me, she was just dead boring. Who cares about that dress, or this celebrity, or those 'cheap Blake Cheerleaders'?

Not me. But how to end it…find her, tell her, walk away. It seemed easy enough in theory but I knew all too well that Mindy was forever in the centre of a large crowd of giggling cheerleaders. There had to be another way…

The impressive buildings of Eden Hall came into view, along with a great number of taxis, flashy cars and excited students. As my own cab slowed to stop, I saw Banks drive by in his 1960s navy blue Mustang…there were advantages to being rich. Then noting the absence of his family, I realised how lucky I was as well. His family would only ever arrive for the most important of events. Banksie didn't mind that much – usually he encouraged them to do just that.

Hauling my bags to the Junior/Senior Dorms, I caught sight of Goldberg who was perched on top of the stairs, taunting the occasional person as they walked past. "Oi! Geoff! Nice hair – was never into basin cuts myself…oh Lord, have you been using instant tan Katrina?" and so it went on.

"Hey, Goldberg! Mind giving us a hand?" I asked, indicating the bags.

"Sure man, nothing better to do. How was Miami?" he inquired.

"Yeah pretty cool. Spent a lot of time at the beach. Went to a few parties." I replied.

"Meet any girls?" he grinned. Should have seen it coming.

"A couple."

"And…" he said "what happened?"

"I think their names were Jane, George and Deanne. And no, I didn't go as far as sleep with them".

The goalie raised his eyebrows, nodding as he did so. "Well, my friend, you showed an amazing amount of self control which, I must confess, I thought you were incapable of. Although I am a bit worried – George? Is there something you're not telling us?" he asked, as we entered the foyer.

"What's Luis not telling us?" asked Portman, coming up from behind us.

"What kind of relationship he had with a person called George." Goldberg replied.

Portman widened his eyes. "What the -"

"GEORGIA! Otherwise known as George, ok?" I shouted.

The Bash Brother heaved a sigh of relief. "Thank God man, you had me worried. For a moment you had me thinking that you were a fag".

"What? Who's a fag?" asked Banksie, who had appeared in the foyer with his luggage.

I sighed. "Not me". Our star player looked confused, so Portman began to explain the situation as I scanned the lists, looking for my name. MANNERS, Chelsea – 94, MAVERICK, Jackie – 290, MCMAHON, Gertrude – 187, MEIN, David – 132, MENDOZA, Luis – 160

I inquired at the front desk and was given my key. I was then ready to go so I left Portman and Banksie in the foyer and Goldberg and I continued on to my room. Upon arrival I saw the door open, and heard the radio playing softly.

Guy looked up from making his bed. "Hey roomie" he welcomed me. I hadn't even thought about my room mate until that moment, but I was glad that it was Guy, seeing as though he was usually quite good tempered and didn't care about what I did. He'd spend a lot of time with Connie anyway.

"Hey. Thanks for the help Goldie" I told the goalkeeper.

" No problem – anyway, I gotta find Russ and Averman. We've been put together this year."

After he walked off I said. "I thought they were getting rid of three-to-a-room rooms. What happened?"

"Apparently no-one else is keen to be stuck with Averman and his really lame jokes. So anyway, they had a couple of larger rooms left over and they decided to just stick the three together in one of those." Guy explained. "Can't blame them. I honestly don't think that I could live with him".

"Nah, he'd never shut up" I agreed.

*

I was making my way through the cafeteria that night when Mindy, surrounded by her gaggle of friends, approached me.

"Hey cutie. How were your holidays?" she asked me, tilting her head and batting her eyelashes.

"Oh" I said, "Yeah, they were cool." Now, just tell her that you're not interested.

"I'm glad to hear it. I missed you though" she said.

"Yeah me too" Liar. Just tell her.

"So I was wondering if you'd like to go out sometime." She asked, a suggestive smile planted on her face.

"Yeah sure; it'd be great"

"Ok then, better go now honey. See you round!".

And she continued to walk off, leaving me mentally kicking myself for being such an idiot. Why didn't I tell her? Man, I was so weak…