They say we don't spend much time in sleep when reality is finally better than dream. Well not for me. It doesn't matter if reality is better or not, sleep for me is non-negotiable.

Next day I wake up little late than usual, knowing I don't have any class until 10:30 am and even then I have more than enough time. I lay there in bed for few minutes thinking about all the things happened yesterday. It was an eventual day that I both love and hate. Actually its much more love than hate. Even a smallest moment with Romero never fails to excite me. A smile grace my lips as my thoughts itself reach toward him.

My Romero.

Forcing myself to stop with my daydreaming, I get up reluctantly. After my morning routine I decide to do some of my assignment. Now that classes have picked up their speed it's going to need our full concentration to be parallel with them. A bit of negligence and we are behind our class, then it gets very to difficult to recover.

Halfway through my assignment my phone vibrates indicating an incoming call. I pick it up immediately after checking it's from Bella.

"Bella, is everything okay?" I ask, worried. It's unusual for my best friends to call me this early. Yesterday it's Logan and now Bella. Thousands of sceneries run in my mind that I hope are not true.

"Good morning to you too." She is teasing and I relax, just slightly.

"I'm not in mood of joke. Tell me what happened with your parents. Logan was really upset yesterday." I demand firmly.

She lets out a deep breath from other side, "You know my parents. Bloody obnoxious assholes. They apologized to me and wanted me to come back. I, being stupid as always, believed them until I heard their condition to leave Logan. I just... I was so happy Ira that finally they are acknowledging me but I should have known better. I can't believe that I even considered leaving Logan for them, I feel so guilty." Her voice shakes at the end like she is about to cry but I know her. She is one of those people who don't like to show weakness in front of others. She'd rather hang up than have me witness of her crying.

"You can't blame yourself for wanting your parents love, Bella. There is nothing to feel guilty about. Talk to Logan, I'm sure he will understand you." I tell her as softly I could. Her parents really are douches. She may as well be orphan, regardless of them.

How could they do that to their own daughter? I don't think I could ever understand this.

"We did talk yesterday." She sounds relieved.

"So what happened? Are you guys okay now?" I ask picking my nails.

Her tone changes as it gets more excited, "Okay? We are more than just fucking okay. We cleared all our misunderstanding along with hot make sex. It was so amazing that I think I saw stars and-"

Scoffing, I cut her short, "Please do spare the details. I need no visuals of your love making."

She chuckles, "Don't be so prude Ira. So, how is Yale handling you? Is there any hot boy who caught your eye?"

I blink at her question. I can't decide whether I should I tell her or not? But then I think they are my best friends, we have always shared almost everything happening in our life and me getting a boyfriend is big deal. If I don't tell them about Romero now, it's highly possible that they won't forgive me easily.

"About that-"

She cuts me off with a high pitch shrill, "Oh, my god! You have a crush! Who is he? How is he? Tell me everything!"

"Bella relax! His name is Romero. He is not just a crush. He uh... he is my boyfriend and I think I love him." I speak hastily.

Actually I know I love him.

There is no response from other side and for a moment I think she hung up on me until I hear her slight choking sound, "You are serious?"

I snort, "I know it sounds unbelievable and a month ago if anyone would have told me that I am going to fall in love and have my first boyfriend so fast, I would think they are batshit crazy but here I am. I can't explain this Bella, it just happened. One minute I was hating his guts and next I find myself in love with him. I feel everything with him and it's not some silly infatuation, it is much more deeper. Hell, I am in deep, I'm in love." Breathing, I force stop myself from speaking any further. I can go on and on, without a stop, about him and my feelings for him.

"I don't know what to say other than to be careful. Whirlwind romance doesn't usually lasts but if you say its deeper than that, I believe you. We don't have any say for who we fall, it just happens. Anyway I'd really like to meet this guy who managed to make our nerd fall in love wit-"

"What the fuck?!"

Logan

There is some rustling sound from other side along with his curses, like he is trying to snatch phone from Bella.

"Are you shitting with me? It has been what, a month? And you are already falling in trap of some asshole. Does Elizabeth know about this? Are you forgetting how much trouble you had to face to finally go there!" He barks.

"Logan it is not some-"

He continues to speak, ignoring me, "How could you be so stupid Ira! You are deluding yourself if you think you are in love! That fucker is only trying to get in your pants and you are making it easy for him-"

I've had it enough!

"God Logan! It's really good to know you have such a high opinion for me!" Snapping, I hang up.

How can he be so harsh? Bringing grandma into this!

He is my best friend, we have been through so much together and I get that he is worried for me but at least he could have let me explain myself. He just jumped on conclusion, calling me stupid and easy. If he is angry then I am pissed. I'm not going to talk to him again until he realises his mistake.

Who does he think he is to call out my relationship like he knows it better than me. I know it's fast, I'm not stupid but I also know better than to name any feeling as love. What I feel for Romero is pure love. I don't know how it happened or when it happened but what I know is I'm not planning to stop it. Not that I could stop even if I tried to. It doesn't seem possible to me.

As I try to pick my mood to concentrate back on my assignment, my phone vibrates again but this time a smile itself appears on my lips after seeing caller id.

Romero

"Good morning, Ray."

My breath hitches hearing his deep husky voice, "Hi" I murmur faintly.

"Hi" I hear amusement in his voice.

I clear my throat, slightly annoyed of the effect he has on me, always turns me into a fool, "Good morning." This time I speak more strongly.

"What time does your class start today?"

"10:30, why?" I frown in confusion.

"Great. I'll be there in ten minutes. Then we can have something to eat together before your class starts, okay?"

"Okay." It doesn't sound like a question but still I respond dumbly.

"See you then." He then hangs up.

Why is he always demanding everything? Why couldn't he just ask me rather than ordering me?

I stare at my phone for a second before shaking my head. It's not big deal though, he just wants to have breakfast together. I'm probably thinking too much in it.

Arranging my books back in the order, I get up from my bed to search something to wear and end up picking a light yellow floral dress that reach my knees.

I quickly change from sweatshirt and pyjama into the dress. It fits perfectly, grandma bought it for my eighteen birthday along with few other. I let my hair down instead of a ponytail.

Giving myself one last glance I scramble out of my room and see Sydney on the couch tying her sandal. She looks up to in slow motion and furrows her brow, "Are you going somewhere?"

I nod in positive, "Yes. Romero is taking me to have breakfast together."

Her face falls, "Oh okay. I was just about to ask you to join us for breakfast. It has been quite some time since everyone last ate together."

She sounds disappointed, I feel bad for her. She obviously wants everyone to eat like they usually do. I get an idea, "Hey, why don't I talk to Romero about joining you there. I'm sure he'd not mind going with everyone."

He wouldn't mind, would he?

She looks unsure, "Are you sure? It's not that big deal, we can always go another time."

I smile, "I'm sure."

"Okay then. You can also meet Grace there."

Grace?

"Who is Grace?"

She grins, "She is our friend. She went for family vacation, she returned just last night."

My mobile chimes indicating a message from Romero saying he is outside.

"Oh. Anyway Romero is here. Do you want to came with us?" I ask.

"No, Luke is coming for me. Tell King that we are meeting in same restaurant."

I give her nod before grabbing my purse, I come out of the room.

It's little weird to hear everyone other than me say him King. I'm so used to saying Romero from the start that King seems foreign to me.

I spot him sitting inside his car almost immediately as I soon I am out of the gate. He is this source of power and intimidation that is relatively impossible to miss.

Noticing my arrival he gets out his car and stands against it. I stop once I'm in front of him. I look at him from up and down, observing slight change in his outfit. Instead of his black tee and jacket, he is wearing a grey shirt with its sleeves folded to elbow along with his usual black jeans.

It fits him perfectly like they are made for him. He looks so gorgeous in this. Heck, he is hot, regardless of his clothes, even more hot without them. A sudden image of shirtless Romero as sweat tickles through his abs appears in front of my eyes causing me to blush.

Sound of clearing throat brings me back to reality. I look up in his eyes to see them shimmering with laughter. He raises one of his eyebrow as if asking 'done?' If possible my face burns further in embarrassment of getting caught while checking him out.

Averting my eyes I try to catch my fleeting emotions, "Uh Sydney wanted everyone to have breakfast together and I told her we'd be there. Is it okay with you?" I tell him, silently dreading of his reaction.

And the change is instant.

He stiffens and his hand clenches at his side, I don't bother to look up to know he is angry, "I wanted us to be alone but if you'd rather be with everyone else then that's totally fine by me." Though his voice is like soft caress, it's mocking and laced with sarcasm.

I think deep down somehow I already knew he'd react like this.

Suddenly, having breakfast together seems like a bad idea.