The next moment I feel her soft lips on mine.

I don't move.

I think she's trying to create this romantic, dramatic scene like at the end of a movie, but this is real life.

It's not just a scene, and my life isn't a movie.

If we wouldn't have had that last conversation earlier, I would be so happy right now.

She's coming back for me, I would've thought.

She finally realised she loves me...

But I know that's not the case right now.

She's playing with me.

Again.

When she breaks the kiss, she's going to smirk at me and say ''I'll see you tomorrow, Britt-Britt..'' and then turn around and get in her car and drive away.

At least, if I stop standing here like a statue.

Which I don't.

It takes me a moment to realise she's looking at me.

She frowns, opens her mouth, and closes it again.

I can still cause her to be speechless. Mostly in a different way, but still.

I bite my lip, thinking of what to say.

I don't want to be rude, but I don't feel like being nice either.

The look on her face is priceless. desperate. non-understanding.

Ha. Her plan failed.

Don't be rude, Brittany, I think to myself. Just play along.

She's still staring at me.

I think she's disappointed or something.

You can play a game with me, but you can't prevent me from changing the rules .. I think and smile at myself, thinking my quote is brilliant.

But when she gives me a weird look, and wants to say something, I just smirk.

''I'll see you tomorrow, Santana.''

I close the door and as I lean against it, I know she's still there.

Ha.

The next morning I'm standing at her door.

I'm not nervous.

I'm not excited.

I'm not angry.

I don't know what I am.

I'm Brittany.

I press the doorbell and a couple of seconds later, the door swings open.

She smiles brightly. I hint a smile back and nod my head in the direction of the street.

She grabs her bag, shouts a bye at her mom and closes the door behind her.

''How are you?'' She asks me.

''I'm fine, you?''

''Okay .. How's your head?''

I wanted to ask her what was wrong with my head, but then I realised what was actually the very beginning of our day-at-home yesterday.

''It's okay. I really shouldn't have stayed home though.''

''Well, maybe that football was a sign.''

I frown.

A sign?

Seriously?

Okay, not that I hadn't thought about it that way, but seriously?

We walk further in silence, our hands occasionally touch.

She looks up.

I don't.

Thoughts?