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"Let's get started on your account, shall we?" I ask as I pass him his laptop before I open mine. He pats on the spot next to him on the bed and I sit beside him with my laptop on my lap.

"Are you humming Superheroes?" I ask him, laughing a little when I see him bobbing his head side to side and up and down. He stops his movements and looks at me before grinning.

"May I play it?" he asks and I nod. He reaches for his phone under his pillow and selects the song. I swear, there is something about this song that just makes me happy. It has helped me stay motivated through those tough years when I thought I wasn't going to breakthrough.

~Now she's stronger than you know. A heart of steel starts to grow~

"Can I use my email to sign up?" I ask, to which he nods then a personal info page pops up. I enter Kira C. Gonzales.

"From then on, you just fill the form in and select 'phone', enter your phone number and then select 'email'," he says and starts singing Mark Sheehan's part of the song. He isn't as bad as I expected him to be.

~She's got lions in her heart

A fire in her soul

He's a got a beast

In his belly that's so hard to control

'Cause they've taken too much hits, taking blow by blow

Now light a match, stand back, watch them explode~

"Check your email and enter the code they sent you," he says. I open my emails and enter the 6-digit code and almost immediately the screen changes to a green and orange one.

"From here onwards, it's basically just connecting with people from school. You'll appear on most of their feeds and, yeah," I watch him log onto the network. I see that he only has 37 people added back while thousands have him.

"No one can read your chats and your voice or video calls are encrypted in case of third parties," he says and I nod.

"Why do you only have 37 people?"

"I wasn't on it before," he shakes his head. "Remember when Cara was here?" I nod. "She insistently set it up for me that night."

"What's going on between you two?" I only realise the impact of my question after I see his expression. He blinks and looks elsewhere but me.

"We were together for almost two years." Remind me never to ask people personal questions.

"So...about the math test tomorrow," I bite my lip when I see him smirking, "I don't know what to expect."

"How about I show you what we've gone through, yeah?" he asks as he stands up and takes my textbook. He pages though it and shrugs. "This will have to do," he murmurs. I move closer to him and look at the page he's at.

"Your school did this already, not?" he points at trigs and I nod. "The level we do it at is just a tweak higher." He gives me a side glance and takes out a slim file from his backpack. "I'll give you some examples."

<30 minutes later>

"I really think you're ready," Kian whines from his bed, throwing the basketball to the wall in front of me. I'm sat at his desk so its hard to concentrate when the ball is bouncing against the wall.

"I have to pass," I remind him again. He is really being annoying right now. But it's cute. He throws the ball at me but it hits the chair. I don't know if hitting the chair was his intention or if his aiming skills suck.

"Pass me that ball," he says as he sits up straight. I shake my head and finish the last question he gave me. Well, he didn't exactly give it to me, I forced him to give me one. "Fine, pass me the one on that chair." I shake my head again. He groans and gets up from his bed. Lazy ass.

"What was that?" he looks at me with an amused face. "What about my ass?" Oh shoot, I spoke out loud, didn't I?

"Nothing," I say and face the paper again. "I'm almost done."

"Come on, you're in level three for Pete's sake," he raises his arms and lets them fall by his sides to make a point.

"And you're in level 4, what's your point?" I put the book face-down.

"My point is that you're good. Not many kids from another school get past level 2."

"What does the grand Kian suggest I do?" He chortles and I can't help but chuckle.

"For starters, why don't you come lay down with me?" I look at him, expecting him to say he's joking or something, but he raises his eyebrows as he waits for me.

"Okay, now what?" I ask as I shift next to him on the bed. He looks at his wristwatch. Its a few minutes past nine. He looks at me and smiles mischievously.

"You ever slept with a boy before?" My eyes widen and my jaw falls open. Say what now?

"Relax," he grins. "I don't mean it in that way." I exhale discreetly as I look at the ceiling and shake my head. I feel his eyes burning holes in the side of my face. I look at him and see him smiling. It's genuine this time.

"Let me go change," I jump from his bed and speed walk out of his room. I open my room and go to the bathroom. I take a quick 2-minute cold shower. I dry myself and apply my night cream before dressing in my maroon pj shorts and matching tee.

Should I wear a bra? I take it off from under my t-shirt and put on a wireless sport bra. Why I didn't take the tee off first? I don't know, but its now challenging wearing a bra under the t-shirt. I take my pillow and blanket and close my room behind me. When I enter his room, I hear the shower going off.

I put my pillow on the left side of the bed. It's closest to the door so I can make a run for it when needed, and plus I'm so used to sleeping on the left. It's no wonder the right side of my bed always looks better than the left. I cover my legs with my blanket and start playing Candy Crush.

"Kira?" he calls from the bathroom. I look up at the bathroom door waiting for him to speak, but realise he probably won't see that he's got my attention.

"Yeah?"

"Could you do me a favour?" he sounds amused and anxious. What a combination.

"Does it involve me getting up?" I put my phone down on the blanket. I really don't like getting up once I'm comfortable in bed.

"Kinda," he pauses. "Please?" How in the world am I supposed to refuse him now?

"Alright, what is it?" I ask as I get up and walk to the door.

"Could you," he chuckles, "pass me my towel, please?" I face-palm myself as I shake my head amusedly.