I don''t n on telling our parents anything. This is our secret, but I want him. to agree to be my model for a project. "Your model?" He seems surprised by my request.


    I


    "Yes. I have this project where I need to make a suit for a m, but the professor has this condition which is each student must have a model. The suits we are supposed to design shouldpliment the body of the model we choose." Anything would look perfect on him; want me to be to be your model?" he asks.


    however, I think I can make him something good.


    "And


    you Honestly, it''s either you or Everest, but I actually nned on asking you first," I admit. Ss is my first choice and I want him to be my model, but if he''s notfortable with the whole idea, I would never force him to do it. "Hold on. Who is Everest?" he asks, straightening his back.


    "Yes.


    "He i


    is a friend. We have marketing ss together." "You don''t need to ask anybody else. I will do it," he quickly says.


    "Really? I was actually joking about wanting you to be my model and not telling our parents aboutst night in return. I wasn''t nning on telling them anything," I say, suddenly feeling bad.


    !


    "I will do it, Rosie. I can be your model. You don''t need to ask Everest or Alps or any other mountain you''ve befriended during your first month in uni." I cover my mouth with my hand as I giggle. Why does he seem irritated? What''s the thing about Everest that makes him this grumpy?


    "Be nice!" I yfully pull a strand of his hair. "Everest is a good guy."


    "Whatever"


    hatever He rolls his eyes.


    Is he... jealous? No way! Why would he even be jealous?


    "Are you jealous that I made a new guy friend?" My tone may be teasing, but I surely want to know the reason behind his attitude. 12:08 Tue, Sep


    "He may be your guy friend, but I''m your guy best friend," he says.


    "I''m not sure about that." I decide to tease him more.


    "What do you mean, Rosic?" He frowns, standing up.


    "I mean, he may be closer to me." I wiggle my eyebrows, loving the fact that I''m the one who gets o met on his nerves now "Take that back, Rosie," he speaks slowly.


    "Nope." I shrug as I fold my


    arms.


    "Don''t test me, Rosie." I love how irritated he is. Why can''t he ept the fact that I may have another guy friend or even best friend? "Or what?" I raise my chin.


    for it." The smirk on his face tells me that I may not be able to keep my victory. Before I know it, Ss strides towards me and I run away from him. It doesn''t take him a lot of time to catch me and I squeal as he throws me over his shoulder like I weigh less than five ask pounds. He gently throws me on the couch and starts tickling my stomach, making meugh loudly as I squirm, trying to get away from him.


    "Ss, stop!" I squeak, stillughing.


    "Say I''m your guy best friend and there''s no other guy best friend but me," he sets his condition.


    "You''re foolish," Iugh more. I''m not even sure if I''mughing because of how he is tickling me or because he cares so much about being my only guy best friend.


    "Then I''ll just keep going." He tickles me more and I squeal.


    "Y-you''re guy best friend a-and there''s no other guy best f-friend but you," I manage to say betweenughter, but I surely stammer.


    sits


    "See. That wasn''t too hard." He smirks, moving away from me as he on the couch. I sit up, ring at him. I''m so going to make him pay for tickling me. I have no n in mind now, but I won''t let this go. I will take my revenge.


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    "What''s your n for the day, Rosic?" he asks.


    "I''m going out with my friend, Sabrina, then I will head to my parents'' ce," I say, standing up.


    "I''m thinking about going to my parents too," he says. "Thanks, Rosie."


    "For


    "For what?" I frown in confusion. Is there something else he isn''t thanked me for yet?


    "You made me feel so much better," he says. He reaches and hugs me and I smile as I hold onto him. Our friendship is evolving in a weird way, but I''m loving every part of this.


    "Are you ready for your game?" I ask him as we pull apart.


    "Yes,


    I''m actually pretty excited. You''reing, right?"This material belongs to N?velDrama.Org.


    "I


    "Of course." I nod.


    "You should write number twelve on your cheek since it''s my number," he says with a cheeky smile.


    "Nope. Not gonna happen." I shake my head.


    You don''t want to support me?" He pouts. Why does he look so good all the time without even trying? How is it possible for someone to look kissable while pouting? All I want to do is cup his face and smack my lips against his. "Oh I do want to support you, but no numbers on my cheeks, Ss." I smile to myself, trying to ignore how cute he looks. "Fine." He dramatically sighs as he rests his back against the couch.


    I reach for the remote control and switch on the TV. I''m not used to people invading my personal space, yet having Ss over feels natural. It''s as if he belongs to my world.


    It''s funny how much things can change in less than two months. Ever since Aniyah''s birthday, things haven''t been the same between us. I don''t know what has taken over him and made him treat me differently, but I like this. I like that he doesn''t try to make me fume with rage whenever he sees-me. Is it the 73%


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    kiss? Has something changed because of it? Maybe he has just grown up, or maybe he has finally realized that I''m not the little thirte


    used to love pushing into the pool.


    year-old girl he


    "I have to go now, but I will see you on Monday, yeah?" he says, standing up. Disappointment fills me because I don''t want him to go, which is absolutely absurd. I shouldn''t feel this way towards Ss. "Breakfast together on Monday?" I find myself suggesting.


    "Sounds great, cupcake." Then he does the most unusual and unexpected thing between us and kisses my cheek.