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by ocean110

by ocean110

Alana

It's been a week since Vinnie almost kissed me. It's been a week since we've not acknowledged it. It's been a week since we've pretended nothing happened. It's a week left for his fight. It's a week left till my friends get here.

At this point we're not even trying, Vinnie spends most of his time at the gym or punching the boxing bag he installed temporarily in his room. I usually try to focus on my writing more and try to spend time with everyone in the house.

"So you two kissed correct?" Ramona asks. I set my phone on my counter and start to do my skin care. "Well kinda-"

"There's no kinda! Either you did or you did not it's simple did you two exchange spit and make your tongues do the tango or not?" For someone so small she scared the crap out of me. "Yes or no? Alana Odette Blanc answer me!"

"Ramona Alexandra Castillo please refrain from using full names." I sigh. "I can't help it I'm a Latina it's in my blood. Now answer me you bitch don't think that you can go changing the topic."

She knows me too well. "We almost did." I admit. She squeals loud enough to make me cover my ears.

"What was that? Did you kill a cat in there? I swear to god Blanc if it was my cat- oh." I saw Vinnie's reflection through my bathroom mirror while drying my face and paused.

We both stared at each other for a few seconds till Ramona's voice from my phone broke me out of my trance. "Uh hello? Please save the bedroom eyes for some other time not when you have an audience, I demand to be introduced." I forgot for a second that she was there.

"Uh yea Ramona this is Vinnie, Vinnie that's Ramona my best friend from back home." I awkwardly stand in my tank top and sports shorts. "Uh hi nice to meet you." Vinnie looks so entirely confused by the situation. "Likewise sir now what are you intentions with my Boo boo?" She glares at him.

"What intentions? Whose intenti- mine? Oh um" Vinnie stutters being caught off guard by her question. "Mona shut up we're just friends." I sigh. "Okay okay I won't pry right now cause I got to go but next week I'll handle this in person. Later Lana boo, Vincent." She nods and ends the call.

"How'd she know my full name?" Was the first question out of his mouth. "Dunno I've always questioned why she wasn't in the FBI."

"And what does she mean about handling in person? I don't know her but I'm already scared of her."

"Ramona and my friend Tatiana are visiting LA next week." I explained. "That's when the fight is, you won't be there?" Was it just me or did he look a little disappointed.

"We'll all be there it was a gift to Tati for her birthday she's a fan of Bryce so figured why not." He nodded and sat down on my bed.

"What are you doing?" I gestured to Vinnie making himself comfortable on my bed. "What I can't be here?" He smirked. "Scared you'll fall for me?" He put his arms under his head making his muscles flex that's when I realised he wasn't wearing a shirt.

SOS hot boy not wearing a shirt! Shut up he's a arrogant bitch.

"You can I'm just confused as to why you are?" He chose not to answer and give a another smirk. Not helping. "Any movie preferences?" He grabs the remote of the TV and opens Netflix.

"I give up." I sit on the bed next to him and watch him check the movies and read their descriptions in concentration. "You know your staring won't help me decide." He turned his head towards me with one eyebrow raised. "Just play any."

We settled on some random romantic movie he deemed to be not the best but started it anyway.

"How is she so dumb?" I threw a few pieces of popcorn at the screen. Somehow after a few minutes of watching we found ourselves to be hungry and got popcorn. "Stop wasting the popcorn." He glared at me picking it up from the bed and eating it.

"Don't you have a fight next week? What will your coach do if he finds you eating that? Or worse Mia?" I tease which earns me a few popcorns in my face.

Another hour passes and the movie finally ends. "Well that was a good one." I say sarcastically. "Top notch." He mock salutes.

Vinnie quickly checks his phone and curses. "Shoot. I got to go." He starts towards the door but runs back to grab his phone from the bed and almost knocks me over in the process making our heads bang. "Shit I'm sorry."

I groan and rub my head cursing him for the life of it. I freeze when I realise the proximity between us, which was not a lot. His forehead was almost leaning against mine and I felt his breath on my face. He paused before his eyes swept over my lips and back up to mine. He looked as if he was going to lean in more when his phone rang and he abruptly pulled away.

"I'll see you later yeah trouble?" He doesn't wait for me to answer and leaves in a hurry.

What was that about? Was he about to kiss me? Did I want to kiss him?

I'm fucked.