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CHAPTER 5

The walk home was unbearable. Neither of us was talking and I felt like punching him in the gut.

Why won't he talk?

Seriously, I'M the ONE who SHOULD be SILENT. I'm the one who should feel embarrassed into thinking that this guy walking beside me would actually kiss me. He's the ONE who SHOULD talk or at least make a light conversation instead of letting me just fume right beside him.

Guys. They'll never learn.

As we were nearing my house, I noticed a black car, EXPENSIVE FROM THE LOOKS OF IT, parking in front of my driveway. A man came out of the passenger seat and looked around.

David cleared his throat. "Let me walk you to your house. I have some… business to do."

I looked at him confused. Now he breaks the silence. Oh, joy! What? Am I supposed to be all giddy now just because he talked for the first time after 15 minutes of walking?

Nu-uh.

Don't think so. Humbug.

He motioned for the man to wait by the car.

We got to my front door. I opened it and entered, closing it a little. When I noticed David didn't come with in with me, I went back. "Thanks Sam, I had a really nice time," he said. Me too! Me too! That just so sounded like an after-date line. "I'll see you back in, okay?" and smiled.

Now I became suspicious. What was he going to do?

As if he knew what I was thinking, he said, "Go in first, and ask questions later."

I was annoyed at the fact that he wouldn't explain right now, but I guess beggars can't be choosers right?

I nodded and shrugged.

"Thanks, Sam." He smiled at me. "This might take long… so I guess you don't need to wait for me." Who said I was going to wait for him? "Goodnight, just in case." He said and shut the door.

The nerve of the guy! To think that I liked him so much… if it wasn't for the fact that he was good-looking and very nice, I would've pounded him.

Hmph!

But I still do very much like him. What? Don't look at me like that. I guess it's because this is the first time a guy ever treated me so nice without asking for anything.

Yeah, that's right.

Samantha Madison shows her vulnerability at last.

You can stop laughing now. I guess all I want is a guy who'd be there for me through good and bad, and I see David as that guy but I can never have him because he is Kamilla's boyfriend and I don't stand a chance against her.

Okay, okay, maybe I do but when it comes to guys and being pretty? Kamilla will win that for sure.

I sighed.

My time will come.

That's what everyone says right?

I walked up the stairs and headed to the bathroom to take a quick shower before bed. I wasn't waiting for David.

No way. I mean come on; he might think I'm…'yearning' for him.

Pfft.

After I was done, I went to my room and changed to my pajamas.

At least, I felt way better.

Lying down on my bed, I said to myself, "Don't dream about David and the 'perfect' night you guys had."

Okay, maybe not exactly a perfect night but you get my drift.

A few more minutes later, I fell asleep instantly.

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Bright light shone through my windows and woke me up instantly from my deep slumber. Okay, not exactly deep slumber because I couldn't even sleep but thank goodness I didn't dream about him.

I stretched before getting off the bed and checked what time it was.

It was 9 o'clock in the morning.

Too early for words, but I decided to just head over to my closet to find out what to wear for the day.

Not thinking about David.

Nu-uh.

After 15 minutes of contemplating about which t-shirt I should wear, I finally decided on a simple white shirt and black sweats.

What? Don't look at me like that. It's not like any hot guys will be seeing me in sweats. I mean, I haven't seen David since last night and I know I just woke up but whatever.

I headed downstairs when I was done and no sign of David. All I saw was Kamilla sitting in the living room watching TV.

I walked over to the other couch and sat there, watching what she was watching.

She didn't say a word.

I heaved a sigh. "So, Kamilla… what's up?" I put on a fake smile. I can't believe I'm doing this. This was so unlike me. I never talk to my cousin alone because that's when her claws usually come out. When we're alone, I mean.

Kamilla didn't answer.

She just completely ignored me. Just like what Kris Parks does during school. They are so alike, seriously. If they both went to the same school together, they'd be the best of friends.

See, she's a cheerleader and I'm an artist.

She's the prom queen; I'm the girl next door.

We just don't click.

I cleared my throat.

Kamilla turned to me. "Were you talking to me?" she asked and scrunched up her face. An unattractive expression but still looked good on her. Damn, what I'd give to be like her. Not. Girls like her are too catty. Trust me, I know these things. "And since when did you get here?"

Ignoring her usual treatment, I got to the point. "So, where's David?"

She turned off the TV and glared at me. "Why do you care? It's not like he'd give you a time of day."

Uh, newsflash, Kamilla, he already did.

I shrugged even though I was fuming inside. "I was just wondering because I don't think he came back last night."

She smirked. She probably enjoys my suffering more than a little kid enjoys his or her ice cream.

"Whatever. He got a call from someone and he had to leave. He said he'll be back though." She glared at me again. "And don't ask me when. He said soon."

I got up and smiled at her. "Thanks." I left and went to the kitchen to make myself breakfast.

The newspaper was left on the table and the front page cover caught my eye. The picture of the guy and the girl looked familiar.

I read the headline and froze.

'PRESIDENT'S SON IN BURGER KING, WITH A DATE!"

And I realized that the girl was me, me, Samantha Madison, a normal girl, and David… the president's son. It was taken from yesterday when we were at Burger King.

Oh crap.

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