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was
wearing my underwear; it was not as if I was naked.
    “Why didn’t you say?” he asked me
again.
    “Because...” I shrugged, “... I
want you to be my first time.”
    Tomás rolled his eyes. “Saints in
heaven, Al...iss, not like this. Your first time is not to be wasted when you
are half-pissed with a guy who gives you a rough ride, shit.” He continued
swearing under his breath for a few moments, and then pulled himself off the
bed and went into the bathroom, closing the door.
    I don’t know what he was doing in
there but I took a guess he was relieving himself of the major erection that
was just about to bore into me. I waited and listened but he was super quiet. I
decided to just close my eyes for a few minutes; the bed was so comfortable and
I was snuggled under the quilt. I could smell Tomás’s manly, spicy scent on the
pillow.
    And that’s how I ended up talking
with Tomás’s sister, Valentina, the next morning. I know hundreds, even
thousands of girls would have been excited to have had Tomás’s arm around them,
leading them out of the club and being taken home to his place on the back of
his bike. But in the cold, hard light of day, I felt a bit... slutty. How many people
had seen me going home with Tomás and now, I was one of those girls. Maybe I
just needed to get over myself.
    Then, it got worse; no word from Tomás
for days… even when I sent a text to say I was sorry that he had to abandon his
bedroom for me, he shot back a two-word text: “no problem”. Kill me now.

Chapter 5
     
     
    “I’m not here,” I called out as my bedroom door was
banged on, again.
    “Ali…” My annoying
seventeen-year-old brother, Ryan, sighed. “Dad said if you don’t get up and
show us you’re still alive he’s calling an intervention of all your friends or
the police, depending on whether you’re just faking it or really are dead.”
    “Fine then.” I pushed the quilt
off and realized I was a bit hard on the nose. I opened the door and my brother
reeled back screening his eyes and yelling in terror.
    “Very funny,” I told him. I went
the two steps it took to reach our living room. Our whole house was the size of
Tomás’s garage... which reminded me of my new rule—everyone was now banned from
saying the name Tomás to me.
    “Dad, I’m alive.” I presented
myself as evidence.
    His hand went straight to his
heart. “Praise the Lord,” he said and Ryan laughed. Dad rose from his chair and
walked towards me. He gave me a hug; a strong hug that said he knew all about
the pain of relationships and he did. He had been through a few since he got
back on the horse after Mom’s death when I was fourteen. So in that respect, my
dad was pretty in touch.
    “Do you want Ryan and me to finish
him off for you?” Dad teased.
    I shook my head. “No, I hope to do
that myself, but thanks. I’m going to shower.”
    “Good idea,” Ryan said.
    I gave him a grim look.
    “I bought ice-cream,” Ryan added,
trying to cheer me up. I looked at my handsome brother, who I swear had shot up
a foot in height in his last year of school and looked like a carbon copy of
Dad—the strong, silent, bookish type.
    I smiled at him. “You’re my favorite
brother, Ryan.”
    “I’m your only brother,” he
reminded me, giving me a dark look.
    “Then you’ve got less
competition,” I said brightly and headed to the bathroom in our one-bathroom
house. Twenty minutes later when I came out sparkling clean and with washed
hair, Mia was sitting on the couch watching soccer with my dad. My brother, who
has had a crush on Mia for most of his life, was hovering between the kitchen
and lounge. He turned and went back into the kitchen and I nearly fell over
when Ryan and Lucas came out of there together. The world’s number one soccer
star was carrying drinks for the family and Ryan was following behind with
snacks. This was all too much; I wasn’t up to it.
    Lucas greeted me with a smile.
    “Hey Alice, I’ve dropped in