I couldn't sleep. I kept replaying everything over and over in my head, alternating between smiling and groaning each time. I cautiously wondered what it all meant, too scared to look too deeply into it.

Do I like Theo?

Does Theo like me?

Do I want Theo to like me?

God. How did I go from despising this boy to making out with him on my kitchen bench!

Now that I think about it, I've never really hated Theo. I think I just hated the idea of letting myself fall for him, like that never ending list of other discarded girls. Because I knew that it would happen eventually.

Well look where pretending to hate him got me! Great plan Alana.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that for."

I smiled under my covers before groaning, as I had already done countless times tonight.

I can't let Theo affect me this much, I'm just going to get myself hurt. Theo's a player, always has been and always will be. You can't teach an old dog new tricks!

My phone vibrated, notifying me that I got a text. I mentally slapped myself, realising I hadn't told Zara as soon as Theo left, which he did pretty much straight after our kiss. His phone's ringtone had pierced the awkward silence following our kiss, and Theo had to go, which I am kind of grateful for since I don't think I would have been able to figure out how to say more than two words to him. Afterall, I had never predicted that Theo was going to kiss me, and then proceed to tell me he'd wanted to do that for who knows how long!

I grabbed my phone, expecting a message from Zara, but instead I saw a random number I didn't recognise.

→ Guess who.

How original. I always answer the same reply when I get asked this question, even though there's no point in responding since pranksters like this never even tell you anyway.

← Chris Hemsworth?

I rolled my eyes and put my phone aside. A few moments later it vibrated and I retrieved it again curiously.

→ He wishes.

Why did this conversation sound so familiar? I debated whether it was worth replying, but curious got the better of me.

← The only thing Chris Hemsworth wishes for is me.

→ Well I guess me and Chris have that in common.

Who the hell is this creep? Before I could chuck my phone away for the final time, my phone lit up again.

→ Why are you up so late, still thinking about how good I was at kissing?

Theo. How did he get my number? Wait a minute, I smiled mischievously as I realised I could play along with this.

← Omg is this Ben? Sorry I didn't call, I lost your number! How about a round 2 soon xxx

I laughed and locked my phone. It was a while before Theo answered. Well I think it was him, I definitely haven't been kissing anyone else lately!

→ No it's not Ben..?

I giggled, impatiently unlocking my phone quickly to reply.

← Oops this is awkward. Steve, right?

I bit my lip, attempting to hold back a smile that I would mentally punish myself for. From now on, Theo wasn't allowed to make me smile, for fear of enjoying his existence. I will not let one little kiss change me and my feelings towards a guy like Theo.

→ What the fuck Alana
→ it's Theo

I granted myself permission to laugh, since it was at Theo's expense anyway.

← No shit Sherlock.

I rubbed my eyes, which were beginning to sting from the brightness of the screen. I rolled over in attempt to lessen the intensity.

→ Ok

I scowled at Theo's aggravating text. He might as well have sent the letter 'k' followed by a period.

Exhaustion finally overcame me as I let out an exaggerated yawn. As my eyelids grew heavy and threatened to shut up shop, I saw my phone light up a final time, and wondered if the message displayed was only a product of my fatigue.

→ Goodnight Alana, sweet dreams.

• • •

I tapped my pen repeatedly against the table, earning a couple glares from some students in my maths class.

Zara shot me an annoyed look as she swiftly yanked the pen from my grip. She was still hurt because I had broken our unspoken pact of telling eachother any gossip (especially kissing!) immediately, and apparently less than half a day just wasn't good enough for my best friend.

I lifted an eyebrow at her. "You," I paused, raising a finger and prodding her in the chest rather forcefully. "Didn't even tell me you were sexting Reece."

I leant back in my chair and crossed my arms over my chest.

Zara gasped and scanned the room to make sure no one had heard what I just said.

She whisper shouted whilst rubbing the area I just poked. "I was not sexting him!" Her usually soft, grey eyes were wide in shock.

I tilted my head and shrugged, "If you say so..." I teased, tossing her a quick smirk which only irritated her further, deepening her frown.

"Bitch."

"Hoe." I poked my tongue at her.

Zara's left eye twitched as she gave me an exasperated expression. Taking a last deep breath, she clenched her fists against the table until they were white.

"Bum head."

She insulted me with those words, in such a serious, menacing tone that I just couldn't take seriously at all.

I threw my head back and let out a loud laugh, slapping my hand against my desk.

I regrouped and managed to contain my laughter just in time to see Zara's frown falter before her own head fell back and she was in hysterics. I joined her once again and we both laughed till tears collected in our eyes.

"Miss Fisher and Miss Wellington! Would you like to share with the class what is so funny over there?" Mrs. Ipswich roared, dropping a textbook into her desk, it's loud thump echoing throughout the now silent classroom.

I've never been one to talk back to teachers. But I can't speak for Zara in that regards.

As I whispered a cautious apology, Zara's comment drained it out.

"No, Mrs Ipsbitch." Zara's eyebrow shot up and she leant forward, as if to challenge the grumpy old woman.

A series of gasps erupted from the jaw dropped class members. One kid was stupid enough to let out a laugh, but his mouth was sealed shut when his eyes met the murderous glare of Mrs Ipswich.

The infuriated teacher raised a trembling hand and pointed with a wrinkled finger to the class room door.

"Get. Out."

Zara and I exchanged a look.

"NOW. BOTH OF YOU." Mrs Ipswich bellowed, causing goosebumps to appear on my bare forearms.

Zara rolled her eyes and swiftly stood up, sliding her books into her bag and storming off to the door. She definitely had a temper.

I, on the other hand, hurried to collect my belongings with shaking hands as about twenty eyes watched my every move, and one pair burnt holes in my neck from the front of the classroom. I kept my head down as I chased Zara out the door before she could have had the chance to slam it.