I didn't think I'd cross paths with him again because it's been an hour since the last time I saw him, so I thought he already ate breakfast. I guess I was wrong. Stupid me, I decided to come down to the kitchen since I was starving and guess who I see sitting there reading the newspaper, drinking coffee from MY mug― not that he knew it was mine. He could've asked! Psh, guys. But seeing him sitting there in the table made my blood boil, in a good way.

He didn't notice my arrival― hardly anyone does. I'm like this invisible person. I'm just…there― well, not until I opened the refrigerator door to get a drink and slammed it shut.

David put down the newspaper he was reading and greeted me. "Hey Sam," he said.

"Hey yourself," Somehow, my voice managed NOT to shake as it usually does whenever I talk to a hot guy, mainly David.

"So, have you eaten breakfast yet?" I asked and it took a lot of courage for me to be able to utter those six words.

He shook his head and smiled at me.

Oh, that gorgeous smile…oh, how I love thee.

Okay, I think I'm going absolutely crazy for this guy, and I've only met him yesterday! We haven't even established a decent friendship yet!

….Yet, here I am trying to sneak a peak of his abs just under the white muscle tee he's wearing. Sigh, If only I could stare at his bare chest one more time…

Granted, when I looked up, he was staring at me. He was watching me watch him, which could only mean one thing:

NOOO!

My face felt hot and tingly and I am so sure that the blush that crept up to my cheeks when I saw him turned even REDDER than before as we locked gazes.

A jolt of electricity surged through me as I examined the depth of his eyes and I'm sure he felt it too because he shuddered.

"Weird," he said.

"Yeah…that's right. Weird," I repeated.

David gave me another one of those heart-stopping smiles and my mouth felt dry then.

Gosh, how can he make me feel like this?

I shrugged and bowed my head, trying to hide the evidence that I was blushing.

I looked up and was startled to find him still smiling at me.

"So did you eat breakfast yet?" I asked again, even though I know that he hasn't since I already asked him that question.

He smiled at me again. "No, not yet," Thankfully he didn't seem irritated by repeating the question. Whew!

I cleared my throat. "Um. Okay. Here, let me serve you breakfast," I said, reaching for the cabinet to grab a plate.

"No, don't," David said. He stood up and walked towards me. "I'll do it. Have YOU eaten breakfast yet?"

Why does he care? I mean, it's not like he'd notice a red-head-who-is-an-art-freak like me. Who does anyway? But of course, I didn't say that out loud, instead, I settled for, "No," and crossed my arms over my chest.

He placed himself beside me and put his arm around my shoulder. WHAT IS HE DOING?

"I'll make you breakfast," he said.

"That won't be necessary. I'll make breakfast for the two of us. Okay? So if you can kindly move out of the way, I can get this done."

He shrugged. "Okay then, suit yourself," he said and moved back a little.

I opened the fridge and took out a milk carton. Turning around, my feet got tangled together, dropping the milk carton on the floor― ugh; maybe I shouldn't have quit my ballet lessons― and would have fallen flat on my face if it wasn't for David catching me.

He put his arm around my waist and pulled me close.

"Are you okay?" he asked, still not letting ago.

I looked at him all funny. "Um yeah sure."

I reached backwards and held his hands to unclasp his grip on me.

"Not just yet," he said and tightened his hold more. "Do you still want to eat breakfast?"

"No," I said.

"Neither do I," he said and started leaning towards me.

The phone rang and I could've jumped a mile if David wasn't still holding me.

"Let me go get that," I said and he let go.

I went inside the living room to grab the phone but by then, it stopped ringing. Thank God or else…something could have happened back there. Whew! That was close, real close. My face felt as if it was on fire and it was so warm…and my…gosh.

I ran upstairs, scared to see David again. After that incident, I don't know how I'm ever going to handle myself in front of David. I'm serious. I'm like…scared of him now.

I lay down on my bed and stared into space. Could it be possible that he likes me?

Get your mind out of the gutter Sam. You know you can never win guys who have gone out with Kamilla.

I sighed. Of course that's right.

No guy like David will ever like a girl like me.

It's just not happening.

Nu-uh.

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Two hours later, I heard the doorbell ring. Great, just great. They're back. Psh.

I quickly straightened myself up and brushed my hair. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and my face was still flushed.

Ugh. What in the world is happening to me?

The front door creaked open and I heaved a sigh. Here comes the wicked old witch…es.

Yeah. Witches. Not my mom, of course not. My sisters, sure. My cousin, DEFINITELY.

"Sam? Where are you? Come down here!" my mom called from downstairs.

"Be right there mom!" I called back.

Sighing again, I fumbled with my bracelet. Whatever. I shouldn't be scared of ANYONE. Especially David. Not him.

I went downstairs and found them all groomed up…and what's this…

Holding hundreds of shopping bags!

THEY WENT SHOPPING WITH OUT ME? HOW…

I'm seriously considering running away now. Kidding.

But that's unfair…my mom never liked shopping…and here she was holding like…10 shopping bags of her own!

I heard footsteps behind me and found David.

Damn.

"Hi, sweetie," my mom cooed. "Did you and David have a nice day?" She looked at David.

David smiled. "Of course, Mrs. Madison, Sam had been helpful."

"Then all is well," she turned to me. "Sam, are you okay?"

I guess she caught me gaping. I was just appalled that my mom would rather take Kamilla shopping than me and I'm her own daughter! That's just not fair. I shook my head. "Yeah, sure, I'm alright."

I looked at Kamilla and found her smirking at me.

Why does she always have to do that?

THAT SMIRK.

Sometimes, I feel like ripping her into pieces. That's how much I despise her.

I turned to David and he was looking at me all funny. As if he was trying to read what was on my mind.

He winked at me. "Um, Mrs. Madison, Kamilla, is it okay if Sam and I go to Burger King? We haven't eaten breakfast yet…and I assume that you guys have eaten…so…"

"Oh of course its okay. Of course. You two can go. Have a good time!" she said and walked past me and up the stairs.

I looked at Kamilla and she plastered on a smile even though I knew she was fuming inside. I could see the invisible smoke coming out of her head.

Ha-ha. Serves her right. Jeez.

"Kamilla? Is that okay with you?" I asked with a smile even though inside, I was really nervous…I mean, going to Burger King with David? And God forbid…ALONE WITH DAVID!

"Yeah, it's alright," she glared at me and winked at David. He just nodded at her.

"Thanks Kamilla," he said and turned to me. "So I'll meet you down here in 15 minutes?"

I nodded.

"Okay," with that, he ran up upstairs to…which I can only presume, to change.

I grinned at Kamilla, whom dropped her shopping bags to the floor and stomped on her way to her room. Lucy and Rebecca went right on after her, but she signaled for them to wait. Obediently, they did.

Sigh.

Who's got David now, huh Kamilla?