One More Chance

Samantha's POV:

"Sam."

"Hmm?" I looked up to see my best friend Jack leaning against the door frame. Her face has a mixed expression of frown and worry.

"Are you sure you're ready to go back to San Francisco?"

I put down the dress I was holding as I found myself laughing at her question.

"Of course! Why shouldn't I be ready?"

She shrugged, walking towards the bed and slumped herself next to me. "I think you should ask yourself that question and not me."

"Well, I don't have to ask myself that question because I know that I'm ready! It's been almost four years since I left my hometown and I really missed the things I was doing then."

"Okay, as you say so." She gives me a shrug for the second time. "Are you now going to stay there for good?"

"I don't know. Maybe yes, maybe no. But honestly, I haven't thought about it yet. I just want to see my daughter and surprise her on her birthday."

"How about seeing your husband again? Are you ready for that?"

"Ex-husband! He's no longer my husband, Jack, remember?"

"Alright, but what if you meet him again at the party? You know, it's impossible for you not to see him again. After all, he's still Cali's father."

"I know. And so --- if he's there? I can't stop him from seeing his daughter, besides, everyone expects him to attend the party. Of course, some of them are just to gossip about our lives."

"Hmm... so you mean to say you're ready to face him again after four years of hiding from him?"

"Excuse me! I'm not hiding from him, I didn't and I will not. Why would I do that? And as for your question, of course, I'm ready. I completely forgot what happened. It's all in the past. I am now Samantha Soriano version 2.0!" I said flipping my hair over my shoulder. You know, to show her how confident I am with my answer.

But she just laughed at me.

"New Samantha Soriano version 2.0? Wow. Amazing! And because of that, I will be generous in giving you loud applause."

I stared at her with a forced smile. She's clapping while laughing hilariously in front of me... inside my room and on top of my bed.

"Haha...funny!" I just rolled my eyes and continued with what I was doing before she entered my room.

"So you're saying you have already moved on, huh?" She asked after a while. I know how much she's trying to suppress her laughter.

I sighed.

"Jack, how many times do I have to answer that question? I've already moved on and whatever has happened in the past, it will remain buried like all the stupid feelings I felt for him four years ago. I'm completely healed, especially now that I have David. I love him and I'm happy with him."

David is my boyfriend. And If you're asking if my daughter approved him as my boyfriend...the answer is yes and we've been together for six months.

"Oh...alright, you're completely healed." She left me hanging on those words and busied herself checking her new polished nails.

'I now have David. I love him and I'm happy with him.' I repeat these words in silence. He's a nice guy. He loves me. He understands what I went through and the only thing I could give him back for his love and support is to stay by his side. Well, that's what I believe in.

"Mom called me last night."

Her head snapped instantly.

"What did she say?"

"She was asking me if I would take David with me to the party."

"Whoa! That's an interesting question!" Suddenly, her eyes lit up with excitement. "Tell me you said yes."

I shake my head. "You know he can't come with me, Jack."

"But why? I don't see any problem if you take him to your daughter's party. Cali likes the man too!"

"I know, but he has a job. He's a doctor, remember?"

"Aghh!" She pouted.

Jack is David's number one fan, but also my ex-husband's number one basher/slash/hater.

"You know what? I think you should really take him with you."

"And why should I do that?" I asked raising my eyebrow.

"Well, since we're sure you will meet your fucking husband---"

"Ex-husband! And please get rid of the awful word."

"Jeez! Your daughter isn't here!"

"Even though she's not here, you shouldn't be talking like that!"

"Fine!" She huffed. "Can I continue now? As I was saying, since your F husband---"

"Jackelyn!"

"What? I didn't say anything! I just said F --- what's the problem with that?"

I didn't answer her. I just gave her one of my serious looks.

"Aghh! Don't be so sensitive, Sam, he's just your ex-husband! Duh?"

"And who says I'm being sensitive---" but she cut me by placing her palm close to my face.

"Hep! You don't have to explain. Just let me continue, okay? What I was saying earlier was that you should take David with you to San Francisco. Why? Well, it's not just to introduce him to everyone, but to show your ex-husband what kind of precious gem he has thrown 4 years ago. He chose to be with that woman who knows nothing but shows off on a catwalk wearing only two pieces of her shit --- I mean, cloth!"

"You can't blame her, she's a model." I chuckled.

"I know she's a damned lingerie model, but you don't get my point, do you? You and Luke had been married for 4 years, you had a five-year-old daughter but what got me confused is that he never learned to love you? Goodness!"

"Ouch! Do you really have to slap me again with those words?" I pretended to be hurt. I couldn't help it. I don't even know why those words still give a slight sting in my spine.

"Why? Isn't it true? Jeez! If only it were David, I think he learned to love you in those 4 years of being together!"

"Yes, if only he was David, but he's not him. He's Luke Marcuz Williams."

"Oh, yeah, thanks for reminding me! I forgot he's not David. Because the David I know knows how to treasure a precious gem, unlike your ex-husband. Imagine, he let you go so easily just to be with his ex-girlfriend who looks like a walking stick!"

I covered my mouth and bit my lip just to keep my laughter from escaping my throat, but I failed.

"Jack, that's enough. You shouldn't be calling someone like that, especially with names."

"Oh, hell! Mother Mary are you with my cousin's body?"

"Jackeline Agustine, that's not a good kind of joke!" I glared at her.

"Hehe... I'm just kidding. I'm sorry Mother Mary." She said looking at the ceiling with a peace sign on her fingers. "Let's be serious, Sam. What if suddenly everything changes when you come back?"

This made me frown. "What do you mean?"

"What if when you see him again you'll realize that you still love him? That nothing has changed and that you are still in love with him even after four years?"

My mouth suspended in mid-air. I admit I was kinda shocked by her question.

"That's not going to happen." I smiled, shaking my head.

"How can you be sure of that?"

"I just know, " I said with a shrug.

"Well, let's see."

"It's true, Jack, believe me. Because Luke and I..." (I smiled bitterly) "...we just met, but we weren't really destined to be together. See? Fate had just played on us." I blinked away the tears which I don't know where it came from.

"Ohh..." she held my hand, giving me a sad smile. "You're right, you're not meant to be together. It's enough that you became fool and stupid over him in your youth days. But anyway, at least that's stupidity gave you the most precious gift you've ever received."

"Yeah, my Cali." A smile formed my lips upon mentioning my daughter's name.

"Hmmp! If you didn't flirt with him that night and didn't spike his drink, surely you would have like to be single and carefree in those 4 years instead of being tied to his name!"

"Yeah, but don't you think that if I didn't do such thing, I wouldn't have Cali at this moment who will be celebrating her birthday the next day."

"Haist, you must be thankful for having her after seducing her father. Gosh! I could still remember your face when you told your mom about your pregnancy, you were only 17 then. What comes in your mind that night for doing those stupid things?"

I smiled. "Well, first I was too young, naive and I wasn't thinking of what possibly might happen after doing it. I was kinda curious and jealous, and of course, I was still the old Samantha who always gets what she wants."

Scratching the back of my neck, I glanced at her.

"Tsk.tsk.tsk... so stupid!" She said shaking her head. "Samantha Soriano version 2.0? Let's see if you can prove your words in front of him."

"You really know how to support your best friend, huh?"

"Of course! Anyway, do you need help packing your stuff?"

"Ahh... thanks bestie, I appreciate your offer, but no, thanks." I smiled sarcastically. "After reminding me of all my mistakes years ago and after calling me stupid, you really still remember offering your help?"

She gave me a puppy smile. "Okay, if you don't want my help, then I have to go."

"Oh, yes, I think that's the best thing you can ever do for me today, getting out of my room."

"Really?"

"Really! I confirmed, taking one of the pillows. "You better get going now before I forget you're my best friend, argh! I'm going to smack your ass!"

I tried to hit her but since she quickly runs out of the door, the pillow just landed on the floor. I still hear her laughing inside my room as she forgets to close the door. Oops, no, she hasn't forgotten. She intentionally didn't close the door to annoy me.

"Haist! Jackeline Agustine!"

I dropped my back to the bed when Jack finally left my room. She's right. The biggest mistake I made also gave me a precious and memorable gift in my life... becoming a mother. It was a mistake that I will forever regret doing but would be grateful for at the same time.

Staring blankly at the ceiling, a sad smile formed my lips as the part of that happy and painful memories crossed my mind again.

~~~What is this I'm feelin' I just can't explain. When you're near, I'm just not the same. I tried to hide it, tried not to show it, it's crazy, how could it be? I've fallen for you. Finally, my heart gave in. And I'm fallin' in love, I finally know how it feels, so this is love~~~

-Toni Gonzaga-

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Four years ago...a 17-year-old Samantha...

Samantha's POV:

"Ouch!"

I screamed, caressing my forehead. Then a crumpled paper landed in front of me. I don't have to ask who did that stupid thing as there is only one person who always does such a thing to annoy me. My older brother, Dale.

Frowning, I slowly turned my chair only to see him lying on my bed, grinning with his legs crossed against each other.

"Dale! What the hell are you doing here?"

"Shhh... hey, sis, why do you always forget that this is also my house?" He changed his position. He faced me, resting his head on the palm of his hand while his elbow supported its weight.

"Excuse me, I don't forget that this is also your house, but let me just remind you that this is my freaking room! Argh! Get out of here right now!"

I always thank God for having strengthened my lungs every time I have to yell at my brother, yet, I also ask him, why of all my father's sperm cells, He let this one fertilized my mother's egg cells? Why did He give me the most annoying brother instead of a loving and caring sister?

But no matter how I tried to search the answer, the more He makes my brother the more irritating--- annoying---exasperating---infuriating---aghh! Whatever you may call it!

"What if I don't?"

"Then I'll call Dad to kick you out of here!" I huffed. In my own opinion, Dad loves me more than he loves my brother.

"Go, ahead. I won't stop you. When he gets here, I'll tell him what I saw on your computer."

"Huh!" My eyes widened in shock and I looked back at my computer screen. That's it. The handsome face of Dale's best friend---Luke is still smiling on the screen. I turned it off immediately and glanced back at my laughing brother. Take note, in an annoying way.

"So what are you waiting for? Why don't you call Dad or even Mom so I could tell them---" but he didn't get the chance to finish what he was saying as my notepad fell on his face.

See? My things knew how to fly when I get annoyed.

"Dale Sebastian Soriano! Don't you know how to respect someone's privacy? You're so annoying!"

But he just laughed even more.

My chest goes up and down but I remained seated. I'm really trying to calm my nerves not to kill my own brother. How I wish sometimes for the ground to open up and swallow him. I don't care if it includes my bed, I'll just ask Dad to buy me a new one.

"Samantha, Samantha, Samantha. Tsk.tsk.tsk... when are you going to wake up and stop dreaming about my best friend? Oh, no, I forgot you're awake. Stop daydreaming about Luke, because let me tell you, he already has a girlfriend. And even if he doesn't have one, he will certainly never notice you."

'Ouch.' My heart screams inside.

"He will never look at you. Tss! He doesn't even like you, I mean, you're not his type."

Is he really my brother or have I just been adopted? He's a straightforward person and sometimes I couldn't help but hurt with his harsh words.

"You really know how to throw harsh words, are you?"

"Because it's true, Sam. You're no match compared to all the girls who flaunt their bodies every day in front of him. Look at yourself, you don't even know how to use makeup."

"You know what, I started getting confused if we are really siblings! You don't love me and I feel it!"

"Tss! Stop the drama, Samantha, it doesn't suit you."

I just blinked repeatedly. The nerve.

"I'm just concern about you, don't you get it? You'll never want to be his girlfriend if you just know him."

"Ahh---shhh! You're lying! I know he's a good man."

"You don't know him, Sam, and you're too young for the kind of relationship you're dreaming of."

"But I love him, Dale!"

"Love? Tss!"

He said, scrunching his face and then looked at me as if what I said was the most disgusting word he had ever heard.

"What do you know about love? I'm warning you, Samantha, stop your illusions about Luke. He already has a girlfriend."

'I'm warning you, Samantha, stop your illusions about Luke...blah...blah...blah...blah...' I mimicked inside my head. I chose to ignore him as he starts lifting his body out of my bed and I hope out of my room too.

"He's not the right person for you. You're only 17 while he's already 21. Someday, you'll forget about him when you meet the one destined for you. But for now, focus on your studies and stop flirting with my best friend."

I just rolled my eyes. The word came from him, Luke has a girlfriend---yes, a girlfriend, meaning a girlfriend only. And since they are not yet married, I still have the chance to make him look at me and of course, to love me. Yay!

I thought he will finally leave my room, but to my dismay, he stopped when he reached the door.

"And may I add, his eyes were only for his beloved Cherry, so back off little princess." And that's it. I tried to throw my pen on his back but he already disappeared from my site.

"Grrr! You forgot something, my dear brother. What Samantha wants, Samantha always gets! Let's see if you can stop me, even his girlfriend. What's her name again---Cherry? Well, may the best woman win, Cherry." I uttered the girl's name full of bitterness. I'll do everything to make him mine, by hook or by crook!"

And an evil smile began to form my lips.

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"Jack, can you go with me after class?"

I asked my best friend Jack the moment I slumped on the bench in front of her seat in the library. We just had our early lunch break and decided to go to our favorite place in the university to kill the two free hours.

"Why, where are we going? Don't tell me you're going to your brother's school again?" She whispered flipping the pages of the book in her hand.

"Ahh... you really are my best friend. You can easily read what I have in mind." I said clapping slowly, too careful not to catch someone's attention, especially the old lady sitting in the nearest corner...the librarian.

"I'm sorry but I can't go with you this time, Sam. I have something important to do after class."

"Hmmp!" I frowned, crossing my arms in front of my chest. "Something important to do? Really?"

"Yup, so I'm sorry." She said not even spare a glance on my direction.

"Come on, Jackeline, as if I don't know you! You just don't want to see my brother."

She instantly stopped what she's doing and stared at me seriously.

"Fine. You got me there. I don't want to see your annoying brother and then what? You know how much of a bully he is!"

I bit my lip to control my laugher. I don't want to be left alone in this room, cleaning the floor until 5 pm.

Yes, I hate my brother every time he has become like a demon whispering harsh and annoying words in my ears. But if I will ask Jack to rate from the scale of 1 to 10 how much she despises my brother, I'm sure she wouldn't hesitate to give 11 --- 12 --- or maybe more. They were like oil and water, they just don't mix.

"Jack, we have the same dilemma when it comes to my brother, but please just ignore him. He will only make fun of you if you show him how affected you were with him."

"No, Sam, this is not just about your brother. Mom also asked me to help her to prepare dinner for tonight."

"Haist. Fine, I guess I don't have a choice. I'll just go there alone." I shrugged.

"Sam, when are you going to stop chasing Luke Williams? He doesn't even talk to you longer than a minute."

"Oh, gosh. You know what, you're now becoming my brother, duh!" I rolled my eyes.

"Hey, don't you ever compare me to him. I'm just worried about you."

I sighed. In the back of my head, I'm getting confused if she and Dale talked about having the same lines.

"We're only 17 and that's just an infatuation. I'm sure your feelings for him will eventually fade as time goes by."

"You don't understand---"

"No, Samantha, listen---"

"No, Jack, you listen to me. I know I'm too young to understand everything about relationship, but I know what I feel for him isn't just puppy love. I love him, Jack, and I'll do whatever it takes for him to notice me."

"Sam---"

"I promise, I will make him mine sooner or later."

"Oh, jeez! You're insane!"

"Well, that's what love can do to us." I shrugged. "Just wait and see, I will make him my man by hook or by crook."

"Whew! Go ahead and good luck."

I chuckled at her sarcastic reaction.

"But seriously, Jack, are you really not coming with me later after our class?" I dropped my chin on my arm which resting on the table.

"No. I told you, I will help my mom make dinner for tonight."

"Hmmp!" I straightened my seat. "You just don't want to see my handsome brother."

"Haha... duh! Whether my mom asked me to cook dinner or not, I still won't go with you later. I have two reasons, my dear Samantha. Number one, of course, I don't want to see your chauvinist /slash/ narcissist brother and number two, I won't help you with your evil plans towards Luke."

I couldn't help laughing out loud after hearing the word 'evil'. Am I that bad?

"Shhh! Be quiet, Ms. Soriano otherwise you will clean the whole library this afternoon!"

Jack and I were both shocked when the old lady appeared in front of us.

Oops!

"I'm sorry, Miss Pineda. I promise to lower my voice and I won't do it again." I said giving her a fake apologetic smile with a peace sign on my finger.

"You better be, Ms. Soriano."

'Yeh-better-be-Miss-Seriene..." I mimicked when she has already returned on her seat. Jack covers her mouth as she also doesn't want to be left and clean the whole library as punishment.

~~~Why do I feel this way when I know you have someone that you're seeing each and every day? Should I play this game of just being your friend when I know that's not where I want it to end? How could this be wrong when the feeling's so strong? Tearing me apart I feel it in my heart~~~

-Nina Garrido

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Jack really did what she said. She didn't come with me to the university where my brother and my first love, Luke were studying.

Visiting my brother at the University is not my first time doing it. I've done this many times in the past eight months since I knew that his best friend had returned to San Francisco to continue his studies. But I must admit that this is the first time I come here 'ALONE', as my best friend's rope of patience towards my brother has already reached its limit. Well... I guess you already know the reason.

Wearing my new mini skirt or should I say---the shortest I've ever had---skirt, I smiled at all the girls who actually presume to be my sister-in-law in the future.

"Hi, Sam." They greet me in unison.

"Hello." I greet back smiling.

Well, Dale and Luke are both famous in this school, not only because they both have looks and appeal, but also because they were both heirs to the largest advertising and real estate company in the country.

Luke Marcuz Williams is the only child of the man who owns the largest advertising company in San Francisco, while Dale Sebastian Soriano---you know, my brother...is the eldest child who will soon assume the position of CEO in our father's company.

Upon entering the huge air-conditioned basketball court, I attracted the attention of some students who are watching the practice, but as usual, I just gave them a smile. What would I say when I know that some of them find me as a threat. A threat to them not having their happy ending with my Luke Williams. Tss! As if he would spare them his precious attention. If I, the sister of his best friend, had difficulty getting his attention, what more of them?

I kept walking until my feet reached the best spot where I could see my king playing. I'm sure they haven't noticed me yet. Well, it's a big favor on my part, since I was able to watch and stare the way Luke's muscles flex every time he moves.

So the game started. I just rolled my eyes when the annoying creatures--- I mean, girls behind me started screaming the names of their favorite players.

But my heart jumped out of my chest when our eyes met. I smiled sweetly at him, but I only got a blank stare before he ran to the other side of the court.

'Hmm... it's okay. I know you'll be mine soon.' A desperate smile formed on my lips.

I continued watching their practice---no, I continued watching him run then and there in silence wishing to be the one who wipes his face with a clean towel, and licks the drops of water that accidentally flow from his lips onto his neck.

"What the hell ---" It's too late for me to avoid the flying round object as it already hits me on the shoulder. And because of its strong impact, I fall from my seat. "Ouch!" I screamed because of the unexpected pain.

"Oh, God! Are you okay? I'm sorry, I didn't catch the ball before it went in your direction." A new face from the team asked me while helping me to stand up.

"It's okay, I'm fine." I tried to smile after seeing Luke standing behind him.

"Tss! This is a college university, but what is a spoiled brat high school student doing here?" Luke sneered and although it pinched my heart, I still managed to smile --- charmingly.

"Hi, Luke."

He stared at me and I didn't miss the way he clenched his jaws after seeing my skirt. His expression became darker, but I 'misinterpret it in some naughty idea'.

I hold my breath and held my chin up. This is it, he finally noticed my outfit.

"Miss, do you want me to go with you to the clinic?" Asked the man standing next to me which I didn't notice his hand still holding my arm.

I glanced at him then to his hand---slightly annoyed. He removed it immediately with an apologetic smile. Hmm... his looks aren't that bad. He's actually cute.

"I'm sorry, but if you want I can go with you."

I raised an eyebrow. Nice voice. But before I could even open my mouth and refuse his offer, Luke scolded us, frowning.

"No! She won't go anywhere with you Paul. She's fine. Look at her, she still can stand with her own feet, so I'm sure she's okay."

"But captain---"

"Let's go back with the practice and you too, Miss Soriano, can go home. This is a University and not not the right place for you to hang out. I'm sure you wouldn't want your parents to know you're here."

"Huh?" I blinked, suddenly lost of words for a second.

"Come on, Paul."

I was just pulled back to earth when he started walking away after throwing me a hard glare.

"W-Wait!" I can still feel the pain on my butt but I have to run after him. I don't want to miss this opportunity as it only happens in a blue moon. "Luke!" I grabbed his arm which made him stop and look at me.

I swear my heart stopped beating the moment he turned around. His cheeks were red and so were his lips. Oh, gosh! He looks so handsome.

"What?"

"Uhm---"

"What do you want, Ms. Soriano?"

Oh, yeah...the second time he called me Miss Soriano.

"Why are you calling me by my last name? I told you to call me Sam, besides, you're my brother's best friend, aren't you?"

He scoffed, removing his arm from my grip. "Right. Your brother and I are best friends and not us. We are not even close."

"Yeah, but we can at least be friends, you know." I shrugged awkwardly, trying to keep up his pace.

"Look, Miss Soriano, I'm busy and I don't have time for this childish conversation."

"Childish---no, it's not! I mean it. We can be friends." I know some of his teammates are looking at us right now with different expressions on their faces, but the thing is--- 'I don't care.'

He instantly stopped walking. And I take that as an opportunity to tell him what I feel, where honestly, I've already forgotten how many times I've confessed it to him.

"I like you, Luke Marcuz. No, I think I'm falling in love with you." I smiled even though I already knew what his next words will be.

We heard some cheerings from the other students and his expression darkened as he formed his fists into a hardball. It's okay--- I know he wouldn't hit me.

"You know what, why don't you just go home and do your homework instead of bothering me? You're too young for this kind of thing, don't you know that? And forgodsake, how many times do I have to tell you that I don't like you!"

"Ouch." My right hand automatically lifted into my left chest. "But I said I like you, what will you do about it?"

'Who says I can't be an actress?'

"You're just wasting your effort, Samantha. Wearing heavy makeup, fitted shirt, short skirt and 4-inch heels is only for those desperate women!"

Maybe if we're just in a different situation, I would have jumped 10 times and roll on the ground as he mentioned my name... but his words cuts not only my heart but also my ego.

"I already have a girlfriend and I love her."

"I know, but just like what you said, she's only your girlfriend and not your wife. So that means I still have a chance to prove myself to you." I shrugged.

I don't know where I got the strength to spill those words, but I have to make him understand what I feel. I noticed the fire registering in his eyes, showing a silent warning as he took a step closer to me.

"Listen kid and bear this in your mind!"

'Whoa! Did he just call me a kid?'

"You're too young and naive to understand the things around you. And do you think I'm oblivious of what you're doing?" He scoffed. "No, I'm not, so better stop this childish act of yours and stop bothering me. I love my girlfriend and I would never, never choose you over her."

"But I---" I was about to say 'I can do everything to make him love me and exceed whatever his girlfriend is giving him, but I didn't get a chance to say those words as I flinched when he grabbed my shoulders.

"I'm warning you for the last time, Samantha, stop what you are doing. I don't want this to become the cause of our fight because I swear if that happens, you will never want the consequences."

A loud gasp escaped from my lips when he squeezed my shoulders tightly before giving me a not-so-strong push.

And with one last glare, he left me speechless and open-mouthed in the middle. He was already 10 meters away from me when I finally able to get myself back.

"Tss!" I scoffed. So what, if this leads them to fight? I would definitely scream in happiness if that happens. And who says I'm afraid of his warning? I am Samantha Soriano and whatever Samantha wants, she always gets... I mean, always.

"What did you do again this time, Samantha?"

The smile on my lips vanished when I saw my brother approaching me.

"Oh, brother, I didn't notice you earlier---"

"What are you doing here and what the fuck are you wearing?" I promise, he's not mad--- he's just angry at the way he scrutinizes my clothes.

"Oops, this is what they called an 'outfit'." I shrugged.

"To hell with your outfit! Didn't I tell you to stop coming here and stop flirting with Luke? Oh, no--- the right word is seducing! When the hell are you going to stop with your craziness?" He whispered-yelled.

Guess what? He never let me speak. He held my wrist tightly and pulled me towards the exit.

"Ouch! You're hurting me, let go of my wrist. I can walk, you know."

"The hell I care!" He only freed my arm when we're finally out of the court. "Who the hell let you entered the campus wearing that disgusting outfit of yours?"

I sighed harshly.

"Seriously, how many times do you have to mention the word 'hell' every time you're asking me?"

"I am not kidding, Samantha!"

I held my breath. "Argh! I was wearing jeans when I entered the gate, I just changed before going to the basketball court. Happy?"

But he didn't say anything. He remained standing while shaking his head.

"Are you really that desperate to do these things? God! You're only 17, you shouldn't wear clothes like that, that leaves little to the imagination of those bastards and maniacs out there! And about Luke, didn't I tell you to stop bothering him?"

I sighed. If only the things I had in mind wouldn't add his anger, I swear, it's merely a second before I roll my eyes on him and say... *Jeez, Dale! Are you a priest or a pastor? I don't need your sermons today, duh!* But of course, I must be an obedient sister who only smiles and nods with his every word if I don't want this conversation to go on any longer.

"Let's go!" He said taking my wrist again.

"Wait! Where are we going?"

"I'm gonna bring you home and talk to Mom and Dad about the stupid things you've been doing!"

I tried to pull my hand back and stop him from dragging me to the parking lot, but the only thing I could do was 'try'.

"Haha, go ahead, I'm sure they won't believe you." I raised an eyebrow, too confident with the words I said.

He stopped from opening the passenger side, grinning. "Who says they won't believe me if I ask Luke to confirm my statement? Not to mention the security guards and some of the students who witnessed your stupid things."

I gulped. That was when a smile leaves my lips.