I don't think I had been this disappointed, angry and tired in my whole life.

I still can't believe that Sam, among all the people I know, invited me to this damn party just to make her crush who is also her sister's boyfriend jealous. To top it off, he is the type of guy I consider jerk-like.

I got a strong gut feeling that he and myself aren't going to be on good terms anytime soon.

Like that even matters.

Sam made it absolutely clear that she like liked him and despite all those wonderful times I thought she might have fallen for me, I was wrong. She never liked me that way! But, I can't seem to convince myself to not like her.

"Well, thanks for coming with me." Her voice sounded gravelly and unlike her usual self.

"I'll walk you up." Even though she didn't share my intentions, I still have some feelings left for her and I would love to get rid of them, once and for all. Hopefully after talking to her, I might stop liking her and get a full explanation on whatever happened just now.

"You know, you really had me fooled Sam." I said calmly, trying not to sound too angry, suppressing all the emotions in my confused mind and heart.

She turned her head around and looked at me as if I were speaking a foreign language:

"I did? How?" a questioning look plastered on her face.

How can this girl who happened to save my dad aka the president from an assassin be so dense? And I thought she was the sensitive artistic type. Maybe I was wrong.

"I thought you were different. You know, with the boots and the black and all of that. I thought you were really…. I don't know. The genuine article. I don't know you were doing it all to get a guy." I tried my best to sound cool and collected instead of jealous and enraged. I was pouring my soul out and hoping that she would tell me whatever's in her heart too.

I mean you can't blame a guy for wishing that his crush likes him back. It's a natural phenomenon.

For once in my life, I actually sound like a Science geek.

Oh, whatever.

To be honest, my world was falling apart at that moment. I hated to be mean to her and all, but I did have some pride left.

She stopped in the middle of the stairs and met my eyes. While squinting them due to the harsh light, she asked me those four words that made me really annoyed with her.

Did she even pay attention to whatever that is happening around her?

Clearly, no.

"Well, isn't that it?" She looked like she was really confused.

"I mean, wasn't that why you asked me to the party, too? It had nothing to do with wanting to help your friend feel like she fit in. You were using me to make that Jack guy jealous." Being a politician's son definitely has it benefits.

Thanks to all the practice I had, I can easily master the art of not showing how I feel on my face.

Those words might have scratched her heart, but as the person saying them, I felt like my heart had been smashed into tiny pieces.

"I was not!" You know what Sam, I am tired, tired of arguing.

Her face was flushing like mad and I am guessing she didn't tell the truth.

"David, that's… I mean, that's just ridiculous." But of course Sam, you sure did act like you just think of him as a friend.

"Is it? I don't think so." That moment, I sounded like my dad when he is very busy and telling to go mind my own business.

I didn't like how I sounded.

Time was passing by rather slowly and every second was as painful as continuously stabbing me in the chest with a knife.

We finally reached the front door of her house. Just a few hours ago, I was so happy to be there. I was so excited to meet her parents and go to this party with her.

Now there's nothing left. Emptiness spread like cancer throughout my body.

I looked down at her with a poker face and said my last words to her:" It's too bad. I really thought you weren't like any of the other girls I know."

It was true.

Most girls act like Kris Parks around me only because I am the president's son.

If I were not related to the president, I would just be a geeky artist bullied by everyone else.

"Good night." I felt like that is the most appropriate way to end our awkward conversation and return to reality. She didn't like me and she lied to my face about the whole Jack thing.

I turned around swiftly and walked back to the car.

I felt her stare at my back and forced myself to not turn around. I didn't want to give her false hope or anything like that.

I just need a good night's sleep and I will be alright again in the morning, hopefully.

Sweet dreams, David.