STILL THINKING ABOUT YOU ◆| POLO |◆ ELITE (BEING EDITED)

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He fell asleep after a while, so I did the same I didn't get much sleep the night before.

"Louis Francisco!" I yelled.

All of the sweaty guys turned to me, confused. The familiar blonde stopped and turned to me slowly, and I watched as he passed the ball to a guy and jogged over to me. "Wassup?"

I shoved him. "Why'd you have sex with her?" He looked lost for a moment. "Oh her, she was a sweet lay. It meant nothing to me." he shrugged and smirked smugly. "Her?" I gave him a look. He just shrugged.

"Yeah, well, it meant everything to HER. She thinks you guys are in a relationship! She loves you!" He covered my mouth, "Shh!" I bit his hand. "Don't shush me! You're going to have to fix this!" I continued yelling.

Some of the guys started looking over at us. He gripped my arm and dragged me away. "Let go of me!" I fought against his hold. He pulled me to a vacant spot away from the courtyard. "I know I screwed up, Mel, but this is your fault too. You know, if you'd just been with me, this would've never happened!"

I looked at him in shock. "You can't be serious? My fault? We're not even the same age, Louis!" He shrugged. "Age is just a number" he suddenly kissed me roughly. I bit his lip; he growled and pinned my arms against the wall. His knee was pushing my legs apart.

"You bitch!" I heard Suzi's voice.

I woke up and saw him looking up at the ceiling. "Penny, for your thoughts?"

He glanced at me, then bit his lip and shook his head no. "You know we never talk about you", I pointed out. His phone buzzed for the third time; he looked at it and put it down."My life is pretty dull. I go to school, hang with my friends, and I'm home." He shrugged.

There was a knock on the door. "Polo, there is someone here to see you," his maid said.
"Ok", he replied softly, looking at me. I squeezed his hand reassuringly. "You know your kind of cute" I poked the side of his face. He blushed, blocking his face. "Your kind of cute also" he poked my nose.

"Hi...I thought you were alone," Cayetanna mumbled awkwardly, rocking on her heels. "Hi", Polo turned the other way. "My cook made chicken broth. She always says it's the best thing when you have a bad stomach."

Mothers do the same.

"Thank you, but you shouldn't have come," Polo told her. She looked despondent. I watched her move her mouth, trying to conjure up more words. "Listen..." she walked closer to the bed. "I'll sit down" she sat on the edge of the bed.

I rolled my eyes?

"I know we don't know each other, and I don't want you to tell me why you did what you did. You must have your reasons, but I want you to know that if you need anything, I'm here and I wouldn't like anything to happen to you because...It was hard to pull you out of the pool!" She laughed, tapping the face of the bowl. "Like ... yes," I cringed like no.

"Cayetana, I think you should go now" I gave her a tight-lipped smile while gesturing towards the door. His phone chimed, and we both looked at him. She turned her head around as he glanced at it and put it down as usual. He turned to her, "Thank you very much." She started playing with the bow on the bowl. "Ah, it's okay."