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Disclaimer: Everything you recognize is Meg Cabot's…the character Bryan and the plot of the story is mine.

Sorry about the hiatus. I won't waste your time telling you my excuse for the neglecting of updating, so jump right in! Enjoy!

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Chapter Four

"Isn't he so hot?" Lucy squealed, stroking Orlando Bloom's magazine-photo-paper-face. "I mean, look at his dreamy eyes! I could seriously, like, melt in them."

I rolled my eyes. My sister didn't particularly excel in the department of poetic description. I took a sip from my can of Dr. Pepper and thought, why am I stuck on my bed with Lucy showing me her People magazine at my side again? Oh yeah, she told me there was a whole section about Gwen Stefani. "Lucy, you told me there was a section on Gwen Stefani. Where is it? Can I just flip to the table of contents now?"

"Sam!" Lucy exclaimed. "You can't just read a single part in a magazine, and then toss it! You have to absorb its entire content from cover to cover. You can't miss a single caption! That's like, illegal! Oh my gosh, look at Jake Gyllenhaal!"

"Lucy! Just show me Gwen or get out! I don't care about Orlando or Jake!"

"Who's Gwen?" Lucy asked with a sarcastic smile.

"That's it. Get out, Luce!" I said, while trying to drag her off my bed.

Just then, my cell phone beeped. Someone was text messaging me. I flipped the phone open to find a message from David. It said: Hey I got some good ideas 4 the party, but I wanted 2 check w/u 1st. Call me. Luv u!

The last two letters of the message reminded me once again of the cruel girl I was, dating a boy I didn't even love anymore.

"Party? What party? David's having a party? I'm invited, aren't I? Can Jack come too? I'm so excited!" Lucy shrieked with delight behind me.

"Lucy, why are you reading my messages over my shoulder?" I inquired with annoyance.

"You never told me not to," Lucy said with fake innocence in her voice. "So what am I supposed to wear to this party? It is a dance party? If it is, I bought the cutest dress yesterday at the mall! It has spaghetti straps, a bubble skirt at the bottom, and pink sequins all over a black, lacey top. I swear, it is so…"

"You're not invited," I cut in, hoping to shut her up.

Lucy disregarded my words. "Of course I'm invited. It's David's party, not yours. Why wouldn't David invite me? I'm his girlfriend's sister. Now, if it's a pool party, I can wear that new string bikini I got last week at Polo Ralph Lauren…"

"It's a mini-golf party! For geeks!" I interrupted in exasperation, hoping that the mention of geeks would prevent her from coming.

"I don't care. I can bring Jack. Now, you mentioned golf. That's fine; I can wear my pink miniskirt. Of course, I'll have to go buy a matching collared shirt since that old one is so passé…"

Just as I was about to lose my temper and chuck my empty Dr. Pepper can at her, Lucy walked out of the room with her magazine, muttering about matching shoes.

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I pressed the speed dial #2 on my phone.I heard the call going through, and a click as the call was answered.

"Hello?"

"Hi, it's me. Sam."

"I know, I can tell by your sweet voice."

I waited for the rushing of blood and the frisson to come, hoping my love for David was back, but it never came. Luckily, David couldn't see my disappointed expression over the phone.

"Hello? Sam?"

"Sorry, I'm still here. So, I'd like to hear your ideas."

"Okay. Well, I was thinking, mini golf is fun, right? But it does get a little boring after the first five or six holes. So, why not mix it up a bit with true-or-false trivia questions? You know, if you answer it correctly, maybe you could get a little prize or something."

"That's a good idea, but I'm not particularly skilled in the trivia knowledge department. I'll help you make the trivia cards, but I won't be able to answer them."

"Oh Sam, I'm not going to make them jeopardy questions. They'll be totally random! Like, true or false, the President wears glow-in-the-dark boxer shorts."

I snorted with laughter. "I'm hoping the answer is false."

"Correct! He doesn't wear glow-in-the-dark boxers, he wears pink ones!"

I burst out laughing.

"Nah, just kidding," David chuckled with satisfaction from making me laugh. Then his tone of voice got a bit more serious. "True or false, David loves Sam."

My laughter stopped abruptly. My heart began to swell up with guilt like a balloon being inflated.

"Come on, take a wild guess," he said. There was but a hint of humor now left in his voice. "Well?"

"True," I said with a grimace he couldn't see. Meanwhile, all I could think was, but does Sam love David?

"Correct! David loves Sam!" he exclaimed, now laughing. "Now you ask me vice versa."

I inhaled sharply. I really didn't want to do this. I would eventually die of guilt from wasting David's time by having him being with a girl who didn't love, nor deserved him. Or I would die of guilt from breaking David's heart. Neither choice was very appealing to me.

"True or false, Sam loves David," I slowly asked, my heart getting heavier with each word said.

"True as true can be!" answered David instantly.

Thoughts were wildly racing through my head.

This is your chance! Now! Say the answer is incorrect and tell him the truth! Free him of the cuffs that chain him to a girl who doesn't love nor deserve him! Let him go!

I can't bear to break his heart! I know he loves me a lot. To break up with him would tear him apart!

Better to break up now than to do it later when his love for you has deepened even more! The deeper the love, the deeper the wound! Just end it now!

"Well? Was my answer correct?"

End it! Don't! Do it now! Don't break his heart! Let him go!

I took a deep breath and said, "Your answer was…"

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To be continued on chapter five! Will Sam break David's heart? Find out in the next chapter!