Again, I want to thank you for the support, guys! I feel so happy. Enjoy! Btw, if this feels a little bit too fast. It is because I felt that I was dragging this story. So it may feel a little fast. Anyways, enjoy!

"Did he ask you yet?" asked Mae.

"Who?" asked Amy as she sat down on their table.

It was lunch time. She sat with the usual people she sits with, her friends. Mae was talking about prom. Everywhere it's prom, prom, prom everywhere. It's still months away. No need to rush, people! she thought. She didn't get it. It's just a dance where everyone dances and it's their last time together so why get excited when it means it's your last time together?

"Oh come on, Amy! Ian Kabra, of course."

Amy almost spatted out the Coke in her mouth. "Why would he ask me?"

"Where have you been, Amy?" asked Mae.

"Everyone knows you two have something going on." said Scarlett, wriggling her eyebrows in a way that made Amy uncomfortable.

Amy frowned. "No, we don't."

"Let's see. You're seen many times together. You two always seem to be so close and somehow he finds you wherever you go." said Scarlett.

"Plus, you two walk home together almost everyday." added Max who was playing with Scarlett's hair.

"I'm his secretary! Of course, he's going to ask me for his schedule or things or whatever." reasoned Amy. "And he lives just beside me so we walk home together. Nothing else."

Then silence. Amy silently thanked for that moment of silence until she lifted her head. All of them were looking at her except for Ben who was under the table trying to retrieve his fork but even Tyler who wasn't usually interested in these gossips was looking at her expectantly.

"What?" Amy looked at them weirdly.

They remained silent, looking at her. Amy knew what they were trying to do. They can try but they'll never get their answer so Amy just stared back at them. Ben then emerged from the table. He sat on his chair with a triumphant look on his face as he had his fork in his hand. Then he realized that his friends were looking at each other.

"What did I miss?" asked Ben in confusion.

After a few seconds, they suddenly burst out laughing.

Poor Ben! He was there looking at his friends dumbfounded as they laughed.

Time sure flies fast, she thought as she found herself walking side by side with Ian Kabra once again.

He had offered to accompany her again. She thought he would never ask her again because of the rumors about them. She thought he would not ask her for the sake of his reputation because she was no one and he's the 'Great Ian Kabra'. And somehow she felt kind of happy that he didn't stop. Somehow she already felt very comfortable with him around.

Ian wasn't sure if she had already forgiven him. He kind of felt she did because there was a sudden softness in her eyes when he asked her but he didn't want to make assumptions. Not with Amy Cahill because the girl is like a whirlwind. Everything is his first with her and this is the first time he is going to ask someone this questions.

"Are you going to the prom?" he asked.

"Maybe..." Amy answered without looking at him.

They walked as an uncomfortable silence stretched between them. As time passed by, words were still unspoken and tension grew with each second. Ian suddenly held her hands in his, making them stop in the middle of their walk. He licked his dry lips. Took a deep breath and looked into her jade green eyes.

He asked her. "Amy Cahill, will you go to the prom with me?"

Amy was speechless. Her mind went blank. She doesn't know what to say. She doesn't know what to do. Why would he ask her? He could've asked somebody else. He could've asked Paige instead but he didn't. He asked her. Why? She doesn't understand.

Ian wanted to run away. He wanted to run away and hide forever. He always felt this way under her gaze. It's not that he hates her eyes but it's just that he hates this familiar nerve-wrecking feeling. He's not used to this kind of feeling bubbling inside him but then it's too late to turn around. He had already stepped into the door and there's no way out.

"Okay..." muttered Amy.

Ian froze. "What?" Ian asked her.

"Sure. I mean no one asked me yet. Since you asked me, so why not?"

Her heart skipped a beat when he flashed a heart warming smile. A genuine smile. He pulled her in and wrapped his arms around her. She was surprised by his sudden actions but it felt right. It felt too right to end it now. She hugged him back and snuggled at the crook of his neck.

He smile as she let him hold her hand as they walked home together. They fell silent but there was no tension between them anymore. It was replaced by a much lighter feeling. He couldn't explain it but he felt like a heavy weight upon his shoulders was lifted. He was happy. Really happy.

They lived in the same building but in different floors. He smiled at her as she waved at him when she step out of the elevator. Ian entered his apartment and closed the door behind him. He leaned against it with a big smile on his face and stared into nothing.

"Yes! Yes!" he shouted as he jumped up and down like a kid, pumping his fists in the air. He couldn't help it He was ecstatic. He couldn't believe it she said yes! Amy Cahill said yes! He wanted to scream and dance like he won the lottery. He ran to his room and changed into something more comfortable. As he was changing, he felt his stomach grumble.

He went to his kitchen. He was going to make something special because today is a special day. He was going to make pasta. Soon, the smell of tomato and garlic filled the air. The pasta is cooked. The sauce is ready. Table is also ready. Brilliant! he thought.

"Natalie? Natalie? Dinner is ready!" he shouted.

He was answered by silence. He wanted to hit himself. Natalie was gone. She's not here anymore. He was alone. Alone. The smile on his face faded.

Sadness started to invade his mind when suddenly he heard something.

"You're not alone."

Ian froze. He quickly turned to see who it was. He saw a woman sitting on the table. He couldn't see her face because of the lighting but he couldn see her body.

"Who are you? What do you want?" asked Ian in alarm.

"You, poor creature. Have a seat." she said.

But Ian didn't move. This was his home. He would not take orders from strangers or even visitors.

The woman slammed her fist on the table. "I said SIT DOWN!" she said through gritted teeth.

Ian flinched. There was something about her that made him follow her order. He sat across her. Even under the shadows, Ian can see the smirk on her face. There's something very familiar about her like he met her before somewhere.

"Mm...nice pasta you got there. May I?"

Ian reluctantly replied. "Yeah. Sure."

The woman got some pasta on her plate and placed some on his plate.

"Bon apetit!" she exclaimed before eating.

Ian ate with her but his mind was very confused. Who was this woman? Why is she here, eating with him? There must be something she wants. Of course, there must be something but he has nothing. He was alone and he lost almost everything. What would she need from him?

As if reading his mind, the woman reached for his hand across the table. "You're not alone. Remember that."

Ian frowned. "You? I don't even know you!" He pulled his hand away.

But before he could pull away, she held his hand like vice grip. He moaned in pain.

She leaned forward. "You puny little boy! Listen to me!"

Ian's eyes widened. He almost yelped. "No...no...impossible. Impossible! This is impossible!"

The woman grinned at him. "Oh, nothing's impossible, boy. Nothing."

Yeah! That felt good. Hahaha :) Review, guys! Please review! Just hang on. It's coming. ;)

*Dang! I hate fast relationships but seriously, if I hadn't done that I would have dragged this whole story because I was new back then and I had no sense of estimation with these kinds of things. :P