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"NO FUCKING WAY," some people screeched. "WHAT," others yelled. All I could do was look at Enzo as he processed this.

He stared at Zee for a few seconds. Then, he launched himself at Zee, taking Zee's face in his hands and kissing him.

I whooped, grinning. Now nobody in this group was single.

Tiny Timeskip

"So, Zee and Enzo?" Mattheo asked as we finished cleaning up after the party. Everyone had finally left, and it was now 2 am.

"Didn't see that one coming. I mean, I always knew that Zee didn't like any girls, but I never thought Enzo," I said, bending over to pick up a plastic cup.

Suddenly, warm arms encircled my waist.

"Let's finish what we started earlier," his voice whispered in my ear. I giggled.

"I wanna change first. These sequins are killing me," I said, slipping out of his grasp to walk over to my dresser. I yanked out some pajamas and went over to the bathroom.

I quickly changed and wiped off all of my makeup. I left the pink tips of my hair, they looked cute.

"Okay, I'm out," I said. Mattheo, shirtless, as usual, was lounging on my bed.

"Do you realize how hard it is to change with one arm?" I asked, sitting down on the bed beside him.

"Really? You could've just asked me for help," he said. "Ah, yes, I could've, but then you would've seen sacred ground," I said, propping my chin on my hands to look at him.

"Those pink tips look good in your hair," he said, taking a lock of my hair and coiling it around his finger.

"Well, I might not keep them, I think it's against dresscode or whatever," I said. I was more focused on the fact of how close he was getting.

"Am I charming you?" Mattheo asked, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer.

"Yes," I mumbled. He laughed, kissing the top of my head.

"I love you, Cae," he whispered, stroking my hair.

"I love you too, Teo," I said, wrapping my arms around his waist. I closed my eyes and let myself drift off to sleep in Mattheo's arms, like many times before.

The next morning...

When I woke up that morning, Mattheo was watching me sleep. I rubbed my eyes with my good arm and yawned.

I was sprawled across Mattheo's chest, my legs over his.

"Good morning, sleepy head," he said, tracing his thumb across my cheek, triggering fireworks on my skin.

"Your morning voice is sexy," I said, scooting upward to rest my head on his shoulder.

"You have an examination with Madame Pomfrey today," Mattheo said. "Fuck the examination," I mumbled.

"Come on, let's get you ready," he said, picking me up and carrying me out of bed.

"Mattheo, put me downnnnnn," I whined. "No thanks," he replied.

"I can get ready by myself," I protested. "With one arm?" Mattheo challenged.

"I've been doing it for the past two days," I huffed.

"Hey, I just wanna help you," he said. He gave me an annoyingly adorable look, and I sighed.

"Get me my clothes," I said. He grinned like a kid and went over to my dresser.

"What do you want to wear today?" he asked. "Anything's fine," I said.

But, like any girl, I just wanted his hoodie.

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