hey guys...i was gonna end the story with this chapter but i didn't think it was fair because i didn't warn you, so let me know what you want to see before it all ends. enjoy!

Chloe POV

My lips are still tingling. God, he really is a great kisser. Does this make us a couple? This is the third time we've kissed, it's got to mean something. I know I definitely like him, but there are a bunch of things I don't know. Like, what's the deal with Mimi and the thousand other girls that are always around him? I never pictured myself with the player type. Then again before my sixteenth birthday I didn't really picture myself with any type. Boring old Chloe, that was me. Always thinking twice before making any choices, playing it safe with Amy and Paul. Well this is my new life. My brand new, totally exciting life. It's time for something brash and unplanned.

I get ready to look up and meet his eyes when I suddenly realize he isn't there.

"Alek?"

"Behind you, love." I swivel around to see Alek sprawled out on my bed, diary in hand.

"Alek!" I scold him, snatching the little red book from his hands.

"What?" he asks innocently. Please, like that kid is anything but guilty. "I didn't get to finish last time."

I have a flashback of the memory he's talking about and give him a twisted smile. "No roses, no diary."

He jumps up off of my bed and comes over to me, extending a finger to lift up my chin. He then leans in like he's about to kiss me but instead whispers against my lips, "be right back."

I close my eyes, feeling shivers down my spine. Was there a single guy in this world more smooth than him? When I eyes open, he's gone, just like I expected him to be. The question is though, is he really going to get flowers?

Alek POV

I can't stop smiling. She's just so freaking bloody brilliant, it isn't fair. Accelerating into Mai speed I get to the flower shop in less than a minute. No more stealing. We're serious now. Aren't we? I know we're never going to be the mushy dependent type of couple, but we are some type of couple now, right? So many questions and it seems the only person I get answers from is Paul. I don't want to push her or have the talk. I'm scared all I get is her classic answer of, "this is all so fast" and I don't know if I can handle that again. I barely lived through it the last time and my locker was broken for a week. I walk out of the store, dozen roses in hand, about ten minutes later.

Bzzzzzzt.

Please be Chloe, I mentally plead. Chloe, Jazz, I'll even gladly take Paul. Just not-

1 New Message: Unknown Number

Kill me.

I click on the text and feel the blood drain from my face.

Tsk tsk, didn't I warn you not to leave her alone? Better return the roses and get your money back. Where Chloe's going, she won't need them.

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