The next day is like a splash and I woke up inside Enrique's crib. I smiled when I saw him sleeping so soundly on the carpeted floor, giving me all the space of his bed and chose to spread his blankets on the floor. I kick him a little on his shoulder but he just stir and shove my foot away.

Okay.

This would be another fight with Mom later. I was out without her permission and now I didn't go home for a night. I pout and pick up the tiny strap of my brassiere, standing up on my toes before I notice that I am still wearing the leather pants I wore last night. My denim jacket is just placed on a pink chair and that explains why I am just wearing my brassiere right now.

I sigh and walk to the right side where the comfort room is standing. I face the mirror and notice that my make-up is removed already.

Enrique did took good care of me last night.

I grab the unused toothbrush from his rack just above the sink and use it. After I done my hair into a messy ponytail, I get out and saw Enrique still sleeping on the floor. So I grab the sheets I used last night and cover it to his built up body.

I smile a little. No wonder some girls are into him and that Shaniah is even the worse.

Walking back to the door of his room, I get out and walk to the kitchen. I check on his fridge and saw three eggs so I just plan to cook an omelette for our breakfast. That gay has a diet plan and I am not into heavy breakfast also. So, I bet, these eggs will do. I also made a coffee on the mixer in case Enrique has a hangover.

Thirty-minutes of preparation but my friend isn't yet up. I look around inside his house and notice nothing but pure cleanliness. I groan. My room is worse than his house. I mean, yes, I clean up but seldomly, alright? I am just too busy with acads, foodtrips, club and vice versa.

I check for the time and look around to fetch for his digital clock. I made a face when I saw it is still six-thirty in the morning and our classes starts at nine. I browse some movies on Enrique's Netflix account while legs are folded on the couch. I am enjoying the whole damn movie when I heard my phone rang. I roll my eyes up again, scanning for my phone.

Where did Enrique put my phone?!

I climb up to his five steps stairs and went inside his room. I saw him rubbing his eyes while furrowing his brows, reaching for a drawer just above his head.

"Fuck, phone, Monica!" He screamed.

I laugh and open the drawer myself. I then saw my phone lighting up and it flashes there the name of my brother.

I arch my brow. What's with him? He's my brother from my Mom and his Dad is the man whom my Mom is with. He's three years younger than me and that bullshit age gap alone explains how long my Mom is cheating from my Dad. But I got no problem with this boy. I mean, I am not that cruel of a half-sister and I still treat him as my sibling. We're just not in good terms for I think five days already after he ruin my One Direction poster inside my room.

That guy.

I swipe the screen to the right and put the phone on speaker. I heard him groan from the second line before he call me by my name again.

"How disrespectful, Iris." I murmured, knotting my brows. "What?"

"Yes, hello too, Monica Laeiah, how are you? Got new sperms last night?"

Alright, what the fuck?

I saw Enrique bulges his eyes while containing his laughter. Right. Now, I regret putting my phone in speaker.

I roll my eyes at him and walk outside his room. I then put back my phone on my ear, firing Devon Iris a batch of cuss that made him laugh in an instant.

The hell with him? I am fucking tight as hell and now, he's suspecting me for getting laid just because I didn't go home last night? Oh, goodness. What a mindset.

"Right, chill, Sis." He blurted but still obviously hiding a laugh. "Your Mom keeps on bothering me to call you. She's worried sick. Where are you?"

I roll my eyes. "She's your Mom too, asshole." I fired. "I was with Enrique the whole night." I told him.

"Uh-huh. That manly broad muscles of a gay? Really?"

"Holy, Devon, he's a gay stop it!"

He laugh again. This kid really knows how to piss me off!

"Alright! Gonna tell Mom that you are with your friend. Cool?"

I sigh. "Right. Tell her I am going home late again later."

"And why again?"

I groan. "I will scan for 1D posters! Do you think I forgot about that?!"

"Hey, freak, I can fucking hear you!" Enrique shouted from his room.

I walk few meters away and went back on my phone again. "You can find it yourself for me too. You ruined it after all."

I heard Devon groan. "Alright, Monica. Just go home later. Mom is worried about you."

I nodded my head lighly. "Yeah. Deal."

After Devon Iris hung up the call. I walk back inside Enrique's room and saw him fixing his bed already. He throw me a towel straight on my face before pointing the CR. "Take a bath first. I got extra clothes inside the cabinet. My sister left it a month ago in case she'll stop by a night here again. Feel free to use it."

I hug my friend for being so gentle and then run towards the bathroom. I scan for a feminine wash and my expectations didn't really fail me.

I scrub my body and use the bath soap I first saw. I figured this is one of his sister's stuff. I am good with this anyway. I am not that OA of a gal and I am no good at soaps.

Right after taking a bath. I blow my hair dry before going out to scan some clothes from Enrique's cabinet. He's nowhere to be found already and I bet he's eating his part in the kitchen. I pick a floral crop top off-shoulder and a piece of high-waisted pants. I then wore my necklace that I used last night and wore my white sneakers.

Enrique suddenly shows up inside and now he's holding another towel on his shoulder. He throw me my pouch from last night then I smile before murmuring my thanks.

We arrive at school at exactly nine o'clock and saw batch of students running to and fro inside the campus already. Enrique park his car to his usual spot before we got out and part ways when we arrive in front of the College of Art and Social Sciences building. I walk again and went my way to our building when I saw Brian, staring down on his phone.

I am about to approach him with a smile when he suddenly turn around and mention a particular name I thought he's already over with.

"Leanne."

My right hand is stuck mid-air, blinking for how many times, digesting the things I heard. He even just pass by my side without looking at me, completely ignoring my existence.

Erin told me that Leanne loves somebody else! And why is Brian still talking to her?

I am adamant the whole day and got nothing to think but the whole damn scenario from earlier. I even failed my first recit in this semester and trust me when I say that it's still all about that fucking name.

I know I must not feel jealous inside but I can't contain it. I am walking on the hallway when someone bump me again. I heard the person muttered his sorry and in an instant, my heart beats erratically after hearing that voice.

I raise my gaze up and saw Brian, wearing a different shirt from earlier already.

"Hey!" I greeted, showing a smile.

Yes, Monica! Fight for him.

"Oh. Good thing I saw you." He uttered. "Have you seen Margarete?" He asked.

Tell me obsess but you really can't believe what I'll do next. I point out the gate and say, "she's some sort of running to the park. Come, I'll show you."