An then it hit me. Why I hate him with a passion. It was because he seemed so perfect, and in school he ALWAYS beat me. He always won, that's why I hate him, that's why I will always hate him!

My blank stare morphed into a glar, and I crossed my arms best I could. I wanted out of this.

"So, now what? We can't just wait her all day." He sat up, and looked around his room.

"good point, well, we can either go to your house, or there is one other option…" He drifted off, and I glared harder.

"No way to my house, lets go with the other option."

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"… Dudes? Seriously?" Duncan laughed and fell over the side of his couch as Alejandro and I glared at him from across the room.

"yes, Harold-idiot locked us up. We need your /skills/ to get out." Duncan looked up to Alejandro, then me , then Alejandro again, before he continued laughing. I growled and grabbed his collar.

"Listen hear, I am attached to a narcissistic jerk! I want to get un attached, because for one, I hate him! And two, I REALLY have to use the bathroom!" Duncan blinked before pushing me off of him.

"Ok, ok Ill see what I can do, hold still" Duncan looked at the cuffs, before pulling out his Swiss army knife. He began toying with the lock, and soon enough I heard a light click. The cuffs opened and I pulled my hand free.

" YES! YES YES YES YES YES!" I screamed dancing around his living room. Then reality caught up with me and I ran to the bathroom. When I came back Alejandro was gone, and Duncan was waiting at the door.

"Hey, go talk to him." I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Uh, why? I was stuck to him for long enough." Duncan rolled his eyes, and pushed me out the door.

"apparently not." He shut the door behind me. I just shrugged and started walking again. Duncan was just being stupid. Alejandro didn't like me, I didn't like him. That's how it was right? Tomorrow we'd be back to glaring and insulting each other. You know, normal. This hasn't changed anything. He ahs mean brothers, so what. So do I, and I have sisters too. So he can live with his brothers evil…

I passed his house, but before I got to far I realized I had left my books in his room. I ran back and knocked on the door. I waited until a very tall man answered the door. He didn't look much like Alejandro, but there was a resemblance to his brothers. He scowled at me slightly.

"Jose, another date is here!" Jose came running down the stairs, before he rolled his eyes.

"Not mine Father, that's Al's catch of the day." He chuckled before heading up stairs, a minute later Alejandro came down carrying my books.

"Here, I was about to come over and give these to you, but this works too." He handed them to me. I looked up t him, he had that look. That defeated look from earlier, but it was a little bit different… Why? What could have made him feel this bad? Was it something I did? His brothers, his father? What?

He stared at me with a raised eyebrow. "heather? You ok?" I blinked and looked at him.

"yeah, but are you?" He looked down.

"fine. I'm perfectly fine. You should probably be heading home Heather, its getting late." I nodded slowly and turned around.

"Alejandro? Ill see you tomorrow ok?" He nodded and shut the door.

What made him look so down? And what was that other emotion I saw? I sighed as I entered my house and went to my room. I guess Ill find out tomorrow.