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You shortly fell asleep, your head peacefully resting on Robin's shoulder. He watched the movie, not moving a single inch. He didn't want to wake you up.

When the movie was over, he finally woke you up by shuffling out of bed.

"What time is it?" You mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. You fell to your side, wanting to sleep there forever.

"Hermosa, it's almost 3. We gotta get you home." He spoke, softly shaking you.

You got up abruptly, your head spinning by how fast you got up. "Shit, shit, shit." You grabbed your shoes, not bothering to put them off before Robin opened the window climbing out before you. You threw your shoes out the window, Robin grabbing your hands to help you out the window.

Robin laughed, watching as you struggled to put your shoes on.

You slipped them on after a few minutes of struggling, speed walking home with Robin beside you. "What if we get kidnapped?" You half-joked, looking around skeptically.

"We're not gonna get kidnapped." He scoffed.

"What about that guy— the one that kidnapped Bruce? What if he's watching us right now?" You taunted, playfully pushing your shoulder into his.

Robin pushed your shoulder back with his, laughing as you almost fell from the impact. You guys walked the route to your house, talking about school and random things you thought of.

You stopped in front of your gate, staring at the front door leading to your house. "I guess this is it."

He hums, hesitantly grabbing your hands. You look up at him, a small smile on your lips.

Who would've thought the millions of butterflies flying around in your stomach was caused by Robin? If you told your past self this, she would laugh, not believing a single word you said.

"I was thinking..." He started, tightening his grip on your hands, nervously looking everywhere but you. "Like— do you, I don't know, wanna go see a movie with me? Tomorrow night? Or well, tonight since it's 3– anyway, Like the drive-in? OR, or... the theater? Whatever you prefer, really. You don't have esto say yes, but like—" He rambled, swaying back and forth on his two feet.

You cut him off with a peck to the lips, grinning at his flustered reaction.

"Which movie?"

"Whatever you want."

"Hm... I'll think about it."

Robin nodded, pursing his lips. He leaned down to give you a quick peck, taking you by surprise. "You should go inside, get some beauty sleep." He mumbled.

'What happened to the "It was a mistake, and it'll never happen again"', you thought to yourself. You decided not to say it out loud, knowing it would ruin the moment.

"Okay." You say, slowly letting go of his hands. You open the gate, biting your lip to stop screaming like a little girl in a candy shop.

You close it, turning around to face him. The gate being a barrier between you two, except this time, you guys weren't arguing.

"Don't get kidnapped." You said. He gave you a smile before walking off, a grinning mess.

You couldn't go to sleep. You were tossing and turning all night, replaying what just happened in your mind over and over again.

When it hit 6:00, you excitedly got up. Picking out a cute outfit, doing your hair— just getting dressed up. You wanted to impress Robin, even if it was at school.

You skipped out of your room, telling your parents 'good morning' as you skipped out of your house, going straight to school. You didn't even bother to find Finny or Gwen, the only thing on your mind was Robin.

You made it to school, immediately spotting him. He was walking into the building, his badana in his hair and a few friends at his side... including a girl.

You frowned. 'Maybe their cousins or something' you thought to yourself, not letting a girl ruin your mood. You decided you would talk to Robin later.

After zoning out and not listening to any of your teachers all day, you finally walked through the doors of the one class you shared with Robin. A huge smile appearing on your lips at the sight of him sitting at his desk.

You plopped down next to him, he looked up at you, his eyes sparkling but as soon as that sparkle came it disappeared, an annoyed look settling on his face. "What do you want, Y/L/N?"

Your mouth went agape. Was he seriously acting like this? Did anything last night mean anything to him— was it all just a dream? Did he finally come to his senses that he kissed his supposed enemy, three times?

"What?" You finally choked out, your eyes wide.

"Do you need to get your ears checked or what?" He spat out, barely looking at you.

You bit your lip, trying to think of words to say. You were frozen, you're surprised your heart was still beating.

He rolled his eyes, mumbling something incoherent under his breath.

"I thought... l-last night..." You finally spoke, trying to figure out if it was all just a dream. It wasn't a dream, you were still wearing the same clothes you wore over to his house. You could still feel his lips on yours— the warmness of his hands.

"What about last night?" He spit out harshly, his cheeks turning into a soft, light pink.

"I though we were..." You started, voice fading as you tried to piece everything together.

"Thought we were what? I hardly know you, we're partners for this dumb project. As soon as we finish it, I'll never speak to you again." He answered, slowly nodding as if you couldn't answer him.

"You're a fucking asshole." You spat out, abruptly getting up causing the chair to screech against the cold floor catching a few people's attention.

His face softened, almost a hurt look in his eyes. He quickly turned away, looking at the table as he fiddled with his fingers. "Well, you're a bitch."

Right when you thought anything could happen between the two of you— the kisses, the hand holding, the sneaking through each other's window late at night, the movie night you guys were supposed to be having, it all comes crashing down.

You couldn't take this. You officially hated Robin Arellano. He was just playing games with you the whole time, and you fell for it. Gosh, you're so stupid.