(A/N: nope, they didn't break up.)
Me, saving the US President? Me, the Teen Ambassador to the UN? Me, David's ex-girl friend? What has the world gotten to?
At thousand questions swirled in my brain as David and I walked around the park. We left the three in the limo, and David asked his driver to bring them to the house (Chris has his own house in America, his father is a rich businessman) where they will be staying for the next few months while the two of us strolled in the sidewalk. The first few minutes were spent in silence.
Finally, David broke the tension between us and cleared his throat.
"Sam.."
I turned to face him. His face revealed desire, sadness, and guilt. "Yes?"
He stopped walking and turned to face me. "I'm sorry."
I looked at him in confusion. "Why?"
"For what happened a while ago. I mean, she kept on insulting you."
"Oh. That's okay." then I paused, hesitated, and finally asked him what's burdening my mind. "Will you please do me a favor?"
He looked at me first, without saying anything and said, "Yes. What would that be?"
"Just.." I stopped, struggling for the right words to say. "Will you answer my questions truthfully?"
"Of course."
My heart pounded. This is my chance. To know something about my past. To unveil a mystery about my life.
I looked at him again, looking closely at his face, taking in every moment that's happening..
"Is she.. is she.. telling the truth? Justine, I mean?" I asked.
"About what?"
"Everything."
Silence.
"Yes.. she's telling the truth." he paused. "About some anyway. There was an assasination attempt on my dad, the President. We You were supposed to go to Susan Boone's for art lessons. That's where I met you. I guess you didn't like it at first so you decided to skip class that day. That's when it happened. I don't know how you saved him, and I didn't know that it's you, until the day that we visited you at the hospital."
"Hospital?"
"Yes. You managed to have yourself brought there by saving him."
"Oh. How about the freak thing?"
"That's were I disagree." he paused and smiled while looking at me. "I think you're cool. You have an all-black apparel, you told me once that you dyed it black. You were a big fan of Gwen Stefani."
I laughed. "Really?"
"Yeah."
"How about the ex-boyfriend thing?"
His face turned serious again. "It's not true."
"Oh. So.." I paused, trying to think of something appropriate. "We don't have a past together?"
"Well.. we have."
I creased my eyebrows in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"I'm not your ex-boyfriend. We didnĂ˝'t break up."
I was taken aback. I mean, it is really surprising. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I.." he paused, and his face turned bitter. "I couldn't tell you. You will discover it in time."
