Isabelle P.OV

"Ok, spill, who is he?"

"Who is who?"

I knew what she was talking about but I was trying to claim ignorance. Hillary was like a bloodhound, she could sniff out when someone is hiding something. Funny how she was never able to apply those skills to her own love life.

"Are you seriously gonna sit there and like lie to me? I know you, Izzy, you only ever smile like that when you've got it bad for a guy, so spill."

I rolled my eyes at her, I so do not 'have it bad' for anyone, do I? Hillary was giving me a knowing look and my eyes widen. Noway!

"Oh my god!"

Hillary looked at me with concern.

"Are you ok, Izzy?"

Uh, no!

"Hill, I think I'm in big trouble."

"What do you mean, I don't understand, who is this guy?"

I bit my lips and looked down ashamed. She jumped from the chair she was sitting on and gasped.

"He's not like fifty, with like twelve children and a mistress in every state, is he?"

I looked at her shocked for a minute then I burst out laughing. The look on her face, she was so serious, she actually believe what she was saying. It was funny and insulting.

"What's so funny?" She asked confused.

When I sobered up, I answered her.

"Where do you come up with these stuff? No, he not married with twelve children and a mistress in every state."

I blew out and looked away again.

"He's actually a guy at met at the hospital, three months ago."

Her eyes lit up, but them it dimmed and she frowned.

"Is he like, sick or something?"

"No." I shook my head.

"Then what's the problem?"

I closed my eyes and thought back to the pass three months. After I met him again in the nursery when he was talking to his ex- best friend, we started spending more time together. Of course I thought he was hot, I mean who wouldn't. The dude was crazy sexy, with eyes to drowned in, but I knew he was taken, and it's not like he ever gave any indication that he was the least bit interested in me. I knew we were just friends.

He never talked about his girlfriend and I never asked, our time was spent mainly in the hospital's café. It's not that I wasn't curious, but it just seemed wrong to pry into his personal life. However, I did tell him a lot about myself and my mother, he in turn told me about his parents, who he said hate him. I couldn't understand how his parents could hate him, and when I asked he closed up, so I changed the subject.

I enjoyed spending time with him and I love our little conversation, even if I was the one who was doing all the talking.

"Izzy?"

I looked up at Hillary who was looking at me with concern. I hadn't realise I was staring off into space until she touched me. I smiled hoping not to worry her.

"I'm fine, it's nothing."

"Of course, it's not nothing, whoever this guy is, he's got you all twisted up in knots."

If she only knew. I can't believe that I might be in love with a guy who is so hung up on his girlfriend that he slept in the hospital so that he won't to be too far from her if she wakes up. And to top it off, they've got a kid together. How messed up am I?

"That's not it, Hill...it's way more complicated than you think."

She moved closer to me. "Then tell me, it can't be that bad."

I sighed then blew out a breath.

"His name is Oswaldo, he's nineteen and super-hot, with the most amazing eyes. He's funny and smart and he makes me laughs."

Hill was smiling now, I could already see the wheels turning in her head. She was already planning double dates and crazy outings.

"Before you start planning my wedding, let me finish."

She rolled her eyes and frowned playfully, and I continued.

"He all those things and more, actually he the most amazing guy that I've ever met."

"So what's the problem then?" She asked confused.

"The problem is, Hill... he's taken."

She looked unfazed by what I just said.

"And that's a problem, why? It's not like he's married or anything. Guys with girlfriends meet other girls all the time and like, fall is love, just ask my mom."

I sighed, frustrated. "I'm not talking about just a normal girlfriend, this guy is madly in love with his girlfriend, she been in a coma for over a year and he practically lives at the hospital."

I hadn't realised that I had gotten up and started pacing. I stopped and turned to Hillary.

"That's not ever the best part, this girl who's in a coma, they have a kid together and she doesn't know because she didn't know she was pregnant when she fell into the coma."

I felt hot liquid sliding down my cheeks and I pushed them away angrily. How could I be stupid enough to fall in love with him? When did my feelings towards him started changing?

I plopped myself down in the seat next to Hillary and she draw me into a hug. I rested my head on her shoulders and cried my eyes out.

"Why do the best ones always have to be taken?" I asked in between sobs.

"How could I be so stupid, Hill?" My sobs were not letting up.

"Shhh, you're not stupid, just hearing you talk about him, like made me fall in love with him just a little bit. You wouldn't be human if you didn't."

I pulled back to look at her, my tears finally easing up. "Really?"

She smiled at me while still soothing my cries. "Really."

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After Hillary left I busy myself with getting ready for college. Oswaldo called me two times and I ignored it. I told myself that it was best if I never saw him again, I couldn't risk putting my heart on the line when I knew in the end that I'll get hurt. I need to stop my feelings from developing more and go and find myself a guy who will love me the way Oswaldo loved his girlfriend. It couldn't be that hard, could it? I mean, there have to be more guys like that in the world, right? Or do you guys think he's the last breed? God, I seriously hope not, because that would mean I'm doomed.

It two more weeks before I started college and I still had a lot of things I needed to get done. My mother was very happy, she even stopped calling me every day, which I must say is a plus.

By some miracle, Hillary and I got placed in the same dorm room and that I was happy about. I wasn't too keen about sharing a room with some random girl, who might talk too much or party too much.

I stuffed the last of my clothes into my bag and looked around the room of my little one bedroom apartment. It might not be much, but it was mine, my mother did buy it, nor did it come from my inheritance. Nope, it was paid for by my job as a waitress, which I was proud of. My mother hated it, but I loved it. It was my little bit of independence and no one can take it away from me.

My doorbell rang and I rushed to answer it thinking Hillary must have forgotten something. But when I open my door I immediately wish that I hadn't. My douchebag ex was standing there grinning like an idiot. I tried to close the door in his face, but he stuck his foot out stopping it.

I was really not in the mood for any of his bullshit. I don't know about you guys, but I sometimes wonder if god forgot to give half of the male population a brain. Why is it that some men are sweet, kind and caring, and the others are dumber as shit. Sadly, I was unfortunate enough to fall for one of the brainless population. But the good news is that I came to my senses. It took five months, but I realise my mistake and ran for the hills.

"What do you want, Kevin?"

His stupid ass grin got bigger if that was even possible. I rolled my eyes and kept my position at the door. No way was I moving to let him into my place. If I only stepped back, he'd be moving in before I can closed the door.

"If you're just gonna stand and grin like an idiot and not say anything then by all means do it behind my closed door."

I held the door in my hands and pushed it closed, but his stupid foot was still in the way.

"Come on, Izzy, just let me in. You know you still want me, we had something real. You know what I mean, it was a powerful connection."

Is he for real?

"Kevin, I swear if you don't move your foot, the only powerful connection you will feel is when my knee connect to your dick."

"Don't be like that, babe...look, I really need a place to crash, I own some really scary people some money and I need to lay low until I can figure a way to pay them back."

I looked at him like he was crazy. It was always about the next big score with him, he was always looking for an easy way to get rich. At first I thought it was cute, but in the end I realised that he was never going to find a real job and work like a real man. I thought that by dating a guy six years older than me, I'd avoid all the immature bullshit that comes with dating a guy my age, how wrong was I.

"Like hell I'm gonna let you stay here! Go by that skank you cheated on me with, she's pregnant, isn't she?"

"Babe, I told you I was sorry, she meant nothing to me, it's you that I love."

I was getting tired of hearing his voice, I had shit to do and he was wasting my time.

"Kevin, either you move and never come back, or I call your mom and tell her you're gambling again."

I waited for him to make his choice as I reached for the phone in my back jeans pocket. When it looked like he wasn't going to move, I brought up his mom's number and showed it to him. My finger hovered over the call button, then he cursed and stepped back with his hand held up in surrender.

He might try to play hard, but I knew that he was a wuss who was afraid of his mommy. Just another reason why I couldn't be with him. If I'm dating a guy, I'd prefer him to be scared of what I'm gonna do not what his mother's gonna do.

"Izzy, please you've got to hel-"

I didn't wait for him to finish, I closed the door and put the lock in place. I ignored his begging through the door and made my way back to the room to finish packing my stuff. Some days I just can't deal with Kevin's crap.