Prologue

Hello, whoever you are! Thanks for reading this =) This is my very first fanfic story, and I'm realllllly sorry if there are a LOT of grammatical errors here. Well, since I don't speak english and I am Indonesian (and I live there), I hope you all could understand my bad english, hehe.

Enjoy reading! :)

I can't believe what I saw.

I saw them, my best friend and my new boyfriend, kissing behind my back. Not realizing that I was there, watching them chewing one another's lips.

I didn't know what I felt. I guessed I just couldn't explain the feeling. Well, it hurt so much. I felt so dumb for believing him when he'd said he was over her. He was never over her, not a moment, and this kissing scene explained everything.

How could I believe him? I should have known that no matter what happens, he would always be in love with her. Not me, the blonde-headed demon who loves ham and kicking people's butt. It would always be her, the kind, nice, and sweet brunette who always had everything I didn't have.

As I tried so hard not to make a sound that would interrupt this moment, I walked away, very slowly. And this careless girl—yeah, me—accidentally touched an antique vase on the table beside me. I touched it kinda hard, and it fell down and broke into pieces.

I gasped in horror, realizing that the kissing couple would have heard the sound of the breaking vase beside me. And yeah, they did. They stopped the kiss and they finally realized that I had been standing there, watching them kissing in our studio.

The brunette looked so shocked, knowing that I'd been seeing her smooching my boyfriend. "S-sam?" she whispered.

The boy just stood there. I gave him a "i-need-an-explanation" look, I felt so much pain in my chest. I could barely breathe. And he was still standing there, doing nothing.

I thought it was enough, so I turned back and ran away. But before I reached Shay's Apartment's door, someone grabbed my hand, trying to make me stop.

I hoped it was the boy, but I could only see the brunette girl with a "I'm-really-sorry-I-didn't-mean-to" look on her face.

So I stopped running away and gave her an angry look, "What do you want? Is kissing my boyfriend not enough, C?"

For a moment, I noticed that the boy wasn't here in the living room.

He didn't run to catch me.

He didn't try to stop me.

Why, Benson? Why can't you love me? Why is it always her?