Good thing I studied during Christmas vacation or else I won't be able to answer a single thing and surprisingly, every single question has an answer that can be found in my notes and textbooks.

The first three exams were finally done after almost five hours in the exam room. Paula and I left the classroom right away. When we got outside of school, Kite's car was parked in the parking lot and he was leaning on it, smoking a cigarette.

Paula looks at me and points her head to Kite's direction as if to tell me to go alone.

"I think I'll go home and get some rest. I feel like my mind got violated," she says, yawning and stretching her arms.

"Sure," I say as she waves her hand, walking away. I waved back my hand as she heads for her car.

I walked towards Kite who didn't even notice me approaching him. I poked him on his waist and that's the only time he finally realized I was there.

"Hey," he says, startled.

He removes the cigarette from his lips and opens the door for me.

"Hi," I say before getting inside.

He gets inside the driver's seat and rolls down the window. He doesn't say anything else, he just keeps on smoking his cigarette. He threw it outside the window after finally finishing it.

"How were the midterms?" he asks, his breath smelling like cigarettes.

"May I have one?" I say, pointing to the box of cigarettes I spotted in his pocket.

He grabs it and offers one to me. I take it from him along with the lighter and lit the end as if I truly am a smoker already.

"You're a fast learner, huh?" he says, looking at me with a smirk.

"Kind of," I say proudly before inhaling some.

"So, how were the midterms?" he repeats as I blow off the smoke.

"It was fine. I was able to answer every single question," I say without hesitation.

I don't know why I'm acting so proud and mighty around Kite. I feel like I could say or do anything around him. A part of me even believes that I could do a striptease in front of him right here, right now.

"Wow, didn't know you were such a proud girl," he comments as he closes the window and starting the car.

"I didn't either," I admit, chuckling. "Are you seriously not going to let the smoke out?" I ask, pointing to the closed window.

"Nope," he says as he crawls toward me. He removes the cigarette from my hand and places it inside the glove compartment.

He grabs both of my wrists and pins me against the car door. I felt the door against my back as he leans his face closer to my neck. Starting to nibble against my skin.

"Let's see if you become any proud now," he says, his warm voice making my skin prickle.

I let him get the better of me. I let him do whatever he wants to do with me, with my body, because it's not like I can stop him. It's not like I want him to stop at all.

"Why are you so silent?" he says before leaning away and standing on his knees. He removes his shirt and holds my cheek, softly rubbing his thumb against it.

"Do you want me to squirm?" I say, chuckling.

He chuckles at this in the sexiest way possible. Soon, I saw him starting to unbuckle his belt and unzipping his jeans. I can only swallow while looking at the bulge hiding behind the cloth on top of it.

He was about to remove his underwear when suddenly my hand moved on its own and removed it by itself. I just stared at it for a while.

"Like what you see?" he says as I raise my eyes to meet his.

"Very much so," I say before I finally touch it with my mouth.

I guess this goes my first time.

Kite grabs my shirt that he tossed behind a while ago for me as I hook my bra. He places it on top of my head and helped me put it on. I grabbed my jeans and put them on. Kite returns to the driver's seat with only his boxers on and I can't help but see how the bulge still didn't disappear.

"Hey," I say, removing my eyes from his lower part.

"Hmm?" he says, before finally putting on his shorts.

He doesn't bother putting on his shirt as we finally drive away and head to my house.

"Why d-did you s-stop?" I ask, biting my nails nervously.

"You know why," he replies shortly, not even bothering to look at me.

"B-but," I say in a whisper when he looks at me for a short while.

"But what?" he says, returning his eyes on the road.

"Do you really not want to do it with me?" I say, my voice shaking.

He looks at me once again and pulls over. He leans his head against the headrest as we keep silent for a few minutes.

"God knows how much I want to do it with you," he finally says after a long silence.

He turns his head to look at me. He grabs my hand and intertwines his fingers around mine.

"But I just can't seem to do it," he adds with soft eyes.

"I-is this b-because of—"

"It certainly is because of Cole," he finishes.

I just look at him with much confusion. It's not like Cole and I are dating. It's not like I'm even special to him.

"W-why?" I say as tears suddenly start coming out of my eyes.

"F-fuck, why are you crying?" he says, alarmed.

He reaches out for me, leaning in to grab me and wrap his arms around me.

"I think we should stop this," he says as I sob against his chest.

"S-stop w-what?" I say, my lips trembling.

"All this messing around shit," he says as I place my hand against his bare chest. "I don't think it's healthy to continue this."

"W-why not?" I stubbornly say.

"Because we aren't meant for each other."

"How could you say so?"

"I just know."