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  Jenna Brooks's POV

  "Why should I date you?" I asked Liam as he rested on the railings. It was lunch break and we were both standing in the hallways.

"Because we kissed." He replied, his tone casual.

"I guess it's a must to date every guy I kiss,"

I know what you're thinking, how did we get here? Please enjoy this expositional flashback.

Flashback>>>>>>>>>>>>>

  That night, after Pstar7 replied my DM, we ended up chatting for hours.

Pstar7: "So, you're Jenna. That's such a lovely name."

Me: "Thanks a lot, Pstar7. I bet yours is lovelier."

That's a simple trick you can use to get a guy's name. I really needed to know his name, Pstar7 was just too far fetched. 

Pstar7: "I saw what you did there. Let's just stick with Pstar for now. So, let's drop the honorifics, I'm pretty sure we're the same age."

OMG! We're the same age? Then we can definitely be soulmates. I took a deep breath and sat up.

Me: "Really, I'm a senior."

Pstar7: "Me too. I hope I can get through senior year without losing my mind."

Losing his mind? Was something wrong with him?

Me: "What's wrong, Pstar?"

Pstar7: "Nothing to worry about, Jenna. It's just school stuffs and all."

I could only imagine, a polite and handsome guy like him—from the way he politely addressed me, I could easily tell that he was polite and the tone in his texts made me draw a conclusion that he was handsome as well. All handsome guys are polite and well reserved. Not all though. So, where was I? Oh, yes. I can only imagine someone like him with seven hundred thousand followers, juggling his normal life and school life at the same time. It a good thing he kept his identity anonymous, or else, he wouldn't be able to close his eyes at night.

Me: "I'm sorry about that, Pstar."

For about two minutes, he didn't reply. I waited and waited and concluded he had fallen asleep before I also peacefully went off to bed. 

Throughout the weekend, he didn't reply to my text and finally on Monday morning, when I got to school, he texted me and said he was caught up in some school work so he didn't have time to reply my text. I replied that it was okay but he hadn't replied me since then.

Meanwhile, I had been avoiding Liam all morning because of the thing we had. It was hard because he was seated in front of me. Somehow, I was grateful I didn't have to juggle avoiding Liam and Conrad at the same time because Conrad didn't attend class all morning so I only had to deal with pretty boy, Liam.

Then during lunch break, he told me he needed to talk to me and then, he pulled me to the corridors.

Flashback ends>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

"Why should I date you?" I asked Liam again.

"Because we're attracted to each other," he replied.

"I'm attracted to pie, but I don't see the need to date pie," I said, making sure I wasn't sounding sarcastic because I had planned on going for 'cool' not 'sarcastic.'

"But you like me, right?".

"Not really, Liam. You're cute and all but relationships aren't really my thing." I lied.

Relationships are totally my thing, if only I could get someone as sweet as Pstar7, hot as Conrad, calm as Jamie and dreamy as Liam.

"Then why did you kiss me?"

Great question, why did I kiss him? I should've controlled myself.

"I'm really sorry, Liam. This is all my fault. We can be friends though." I replied and he didn't seem fazed like I had expected.

"Sure, Jenna. Whatever floats your boat. But try not to fall for me. All my female friends always do." He said with a smirk on his face.

"Oh, Liam. I'll try not to."

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  Conrad Declan's POV

  As I passed by the hallways, I could see Jenna chatting with Liam like they were buddy buddies. Why does she never make good friends? First, Oliva the faker and now Liam? She's gotta be kidding me.

Liam and I were literally enemies. We used to be close friends back in the day. We met in 7th grade during basket ball practice and we became kind of close—at least I thought we were close. We were friends until he quit basket ball in junior year and that was it. We drifted apart. 

  That's the saddest thing about knowing people in the contexts of things. You get to know them so deeply because you're always around them often. And then you aren't around them anymore. And little by little, you realize you start talking less and less to the person you thought you were so intimate with. Until you don't talk to them at all anymore. And it makes you wonder if you were ever really intimate with them in the first place or if it was all just a facade. 

I hated knowing people in the context of things. Oh, that's the person I work out with. That's the person I'm in a book club with. That's the person I play basketball with. Because once the context ends, so does the friendship.

I've always yearned to know the people I love deeply and intimately—without context, without boxes—and I yearned for them to know me that way, too. And as much as I thought I knew Liam deeply and intimately, I only knew him through the context of playing basketball together for years and once he quitted basketball, we just drifted apart. 

So, maybe our friendship ended because of the way it started but either ways, I didn't like the fact that he was being too nicey-nice with Jenna. I'm pretty sure he's just trying to get on my nerves.

As I approached the both of them, Liam's gaze met mine and he smirked. Jenna seemed statled. She had been avoiding me ever since I told her she was like a sister to me. I had to, I almost made the mistake of kissing her!!! Jenna is such a sweet girl, I couldn't possibly play with her feelings. Sure, she was pretty and all that but relationships aren't really my thing so if things ended up going further between us, I'd definitely dump and leave her after a week or two and then, we would go back to being awkward. She deserved better.

"I need to speak with Jenna." I said, turning to Liam who was still standing there. Normally, he would've left as soon as he saw me approaching.

"But I'm talking to Jenna right now," he replied.

I held Jenna's hand and I could see how shocked she was by the way her eyebrows furrowed. "I need to talk to you, Jenna." I said again.

As I tried to take her away, Liam grabbed her other wrist, "I was here first!"