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I will also be realising my new book soon, Gold Blooded, and I will put the cover up and the description at the end of this book:)

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Everton's pov:

The room couldn't have been more tense.

I hold up my hand. "Wait, so let me get this straight. Esma is matched with Leo, Leo is matched with Lily and I am matched with Esma?"

"Seems so." Mr Jones nods, not believing what he is seeing.

"That's impossible though." Leo points out the obvious.

"Clearly not anymore." I add.

From the corner of my eye, I see Esma glancing at me shocked before looking away.

I'm her match. I can't believe this. Apart of me is relieved. The other part couldn't be more confused in my entire life.

"Do we run the system again?"

My father nods. "Run it again."

We all have nothing else to say, so we leave his office.

"I will go run the system." Leo says awkwardly before heading towards the lift.

"Do you think that we are really matched?" Esma voice came from beside me.

I look at her, this time with excitement and faith.
"I hope so."

At that, a smile spreads across her face. "I know we were never meant to like each other. But I want to say I don't feel this way only because I read that diary."

I nod at her, my heart racing. "I guess love conquers all?"

She looks down then smiles back up at me. "I guess it does." She whispers.

Suddenly Leo came back from the elevator, holding the papers in his hand.

He passes out matches.

"Looks like there is a flaw in the system. It still printed off the exact same. Which obviously isn't right."he tells us.

We open the door back to my Fathers office, he looks up from his desk, eager to see what we had found.

Esma still got Leo. And Leo stil got lily. We put down the papers on his desk, lined up.

Leo scratches his head. "How can this happen? What is the flaw?"

I breathe out. "The matchmaking system measures everything but love itself. You can't measure a feeling." I say, remembering my conversation with Eiroleth.

Leo tilts is head up like he understands, then frowns. "But why would that change now? It's never been wrong, there was never a problem."

My father stands up from his chair. "I need to wrap my head around this. In the meantime I recommend that Leo needs to find this Lily."

Leo looks uncomfortable. Probably because he kinda just broke up with Esma as well has now being forced to move on with this lily girl. And on top of that knowing about my history with Esma.
Then with her still like me. I feel for him.

He nods, with a hard expression he turns around and walks out the room.

"As for you too, I'm sad to say but she will need to wait 30 days again until she can be hit with a repel, if Leo really isn't her match." My father says to us.

I would expect the Esma before to say, 'Not again for God sake.'

But now that she's had her memory erased, it's all new to her.

The desire arrow.
Here goes nothing.

"I didn't actaully hit Esma with the desire arrow." I say quickly before I couldn't.

My father looks up, raises his eyebrows giving me a slight glare.
"You what?"

Great.

"I didn't shoot." I repeat carefully.

Instead of him going off his head, he tilts his head instead.

"Is it because you knew she was your match?"

No. But...that's a good excuse.

"Yes." I say instead.

"So you knew about this for nearly a month?" My father looks disappointed again.

"Yes?" I wince.

He shakes his head. "Obviously I'm upset you dont tell me sooner and usually you'd get into a shit load of trouble. But since you knew it was right, I guess you saved her 30 days. I'll let it slide."

I breathed out a breath I didn't know I held in.

"So what do we do now?"

My father looks at me. "We wait."

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"If Leo is really matched with Lily, That means I'm really matched with you." Esma thinks aloud.

We just landed out the front of her apartment from the pod. We get to the door when she turns to face me.

"Would you like to come in?" She suddenly says.

"I probably shouldn't..." I say thinking about how she just broke up with Leo, technically.

She reads my expression. "Yes, we kind of just broke up. It doesn't mean we have to be awkward around each other."

"I know." I say lifting my heels up.

"Well then. I'll let you read my diary?" She smirks.

I smile, tempted. "It's your personal-"

She looks up. "Mm, your right, I have a lot of secrets about you in there. Better not." She jokes.

"Then maybe a should read it?"

She laughs a bit, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning against the door frame.

"Seriously tho. It's only 4pm. Do you want to help me make cookies?" She asks.

"Well I don't know, will we be eating it in the bathtub again?" I question her.

She shrugs. "Only if you want to." 

"Alright then." I chuckle.

She leaves the door open for me to come in. I shut the door behind me, locking it as I follow her to the kitchen.

I look around, it's been a while since I was last here. Everything looked pretty much the same since I left. Even the bathroom door wasn't fixed.

"The door? Still?" I walk up to the bathroom wall.

The room where she freaked out about a tiny spider. The room where she passed me my clothes when I was wrapped in a towel. The room where I kissed her.

"Don't judge. I still havent bothered to get it fixed." She says loudly from the kitchen.

I shake my head at her laziness.

It nearly felt like old times. Nearly

"I'm sorry about you and Leo." I suddenly bring myself to day.

She looks up at me. "Its okay, we hadn't gotten far as friendship really."

"Oh." I say surprised.
Then again Leo likes to take things slow.

"Anyway, starting with the flour." She says, passing me a measuring cup.

"Well all know how this is gonna end right?" I smirk.

"What do you mean?"

"Flour being thrown everywhere and eggs being cracked on your head." I shrug.

"What? If you start a food fight, you will be cleaning it up." She warns me with a glare.

"Worth it." I shrug again as I smear some flour on her cheek.

Her jaw drops at me. "You are so cliché."

I smirk. "Better than boring."

She wipes the flour from her cheek.
"Are you calling me boring?"

"Never." I smile cheekily.

She glares at me, grabbing an egg from the cartoon. I thought she was going to throw it at me for a second but instead she cracks it into the bowl.

"You know, theses are free-ranged eggs. They cost more than normal." She says grabbing a second one.

This time instead of cracking it in the bowl she whips around, smashing the egg on my head.

I gaped at her with slimy egg dripping down my forehead.

She cracks a smile.

"I thought you didn't want to waste it?" I smirk.

"Worth it." She smirks back at me.

"It's so cold." I say, as I rinse my face by the tap.

"You asked for it." She comments.

I wipe my hands and face on the towel, then shove my hands in the flour and throw it in her face.

She jumps back, coughing, blowing the flour from out her mouth.

"Now you look like a cute little ghost." I tease, looking at her completely white face.

"Yeah?" She huffs, challenging me. "Your so buying me another packet of flour after this."

Then the war starts.

The flour war.

By the end of it we were covered head to toe, looking like actual ghosts. But we couldn't stop laughing.

"It's all in my hair!" She yells, looking in her bathroom mirror.

"Well you started it." I say.

"Me!?" She yells again. Esma walks back into the kitchen, taking out some Jim Beam and a coke can.

"Your a whiskey girl?" I raise my eyebrows.

"Yes. Want some?"

I look at the bottle. I've never tried it before.

"Sure. Smells nice." I shrug.

She takes out two glasses, pouring a decent amount of the alcohol in then adding the coke.

"Let me know if it's too strong or not strong enough." She says, passing me my drink.

Before she takes a sip, she frowns at me. "And I didn't start it."

I smile tugged at my lips before I take a sip of the liquor.

"Mm this is really good." I murmer.

"I know." She says taking a gulp.

Two drinks later we finally end up with a tray with blobs that kind of look like cookies.

Before we put it in the oven, Esma tries to make them into rounder circles but fails miserably.

"It looks like someone took a pale shit on the tray with bits of sultanas in it." She says disappointed.

I laugh pouring us another glass of Jim beam.

"That's gross." I cringe, passing her another drink.

She places them in the oven and turns the timer onto twenty mins.
In the meantime we smash half bottle of Jim Beam which leaves us pretty drunk.

It's five thirty by the time the cookies are finished. Esma tries to take them out and place them on the cool rack but a few fall off the side.

"opps." She giggles. "I think we have one too many."

"You think?" I say trying to put the cookies that fell back on the cooling rack.
"Ow!" I yell as I touched the cookie.

"Your an idiot. They are hot." She laughs.

"Yeah I know that now." I say shaking my fingers.

"They look good. And smell good for pale shits." She says staring at them.

"I can't believe you put sultanas in them."

She frowns at me. "No it's chocolate chips. I said it looked like a shit with sultanas." She rolled her eyes.

"Oh yeah." I remember.

While we wait for them to cool down we decided to full the bathtub with blankets.

"This is super comfy. I might sleep here." Esma says laying back.

Her bath wasn't too big but it was big enough for both of us to sit in there.

"Now we wait." I say.

She sits up. "Wait, one of has to get back up and get them."

"Well duh." I roll my eyes.

"I'll get it." She jumps out the bath tub then comes back with a plate of cookies.
We both sit there, shoving cookies in our mouths. They tasted really nice for somethibg that didn't look so appealing.

"Well I think we should eat all of them." She says taking another one.

"Why not. Who else do we need to share with?" I shrug, my mind still dizzy from the liq.

"There's two left." She says, picking up one.

"Hey you took them both!" I frown at her.

"No, I have one, see?" She hold it up.

Then we squint at the cookie.

"Oh." She says. "I'm seeing double."

"Me too." I laugh.

"I'll half it." She says as she attempts to break the cookie in half.

Instead it crumbles all over the blanket.

"Opps?"

After eating all the cookie chucks and crumbs off the blanket, we both get out of the bathtub, and put the plate back in the kitchen.

"Well that was fun." Esma has the last mouthful of her drink.

"No more for me, I'll be doing god knows what otherwise." She says, putting the bottle back in the cabinet.

"I think I'm a little sober more." I say concentrating.

"Me too." She puts the plate in the oven.

I frown for a minute wondering if it was meant to go in the oven or the dishwasher. But then I remembered I didn't really care.

All I could focus on was how beautiful Esma looked tonight.

"You know, you look cute when your drunk." I smile.

She looks at me, with her cheeks reading. We stand quite close to each other.
I'm not sure if it's the alcohol, or because she's my match or because I'm in love with her but every sense is incredibly heightened.

She walks towards me slowly, maybe it's the alcohol.

I brushed over her figure quickly. Or rather, that's what I intended. But she was so beautiful I found myself staring at her lips. Her brown eyes. The yellow light agaisnt her skin.

Then she lifts up on her tip toes and pressed her lips agaisnt mine.

This time there was no pulling away.

And my mind blanks out after that.