12.00 a.m.

I've tried to sleep, but my eyes won't cooperate with me. I blink them repeatedly before I close my lids again but it doesn't work. And I know for sure the reason. Dean. I can't be selfish, not after he has helped me to forget about David. After he has cheered me up. After he has been with me despite the way I treated him. But now he's hurt. I need to fix him, but I don't even know if I could. It seems impossible. I let out a sigh. He has been hurt for God knows how long, and now here I am, trying to help him although it might have been too late. I don't even know if he wants my help because he seems independent enough.

I bite my lips as I recall the incident that happened a few hours ago. The way he told me his life history in an emotionless voice. The way his mom crushed his heart. The way he talked to me dryly. How broken he was. How it haunted his life. The way he showed his hatred towards me. The way he flinched as if he was disgusted when my hand touched his. The way he chased me out of his room.

But first things first. I have to mend our friendship before I do anything else because it's the most important thing at the moment.

I start to contemplate whether I should call him or not to ease my mind.

"Maybe I should," I mutter. I search through my contact and my heart starts to pound rapidly as his pet name comes into my view.

My breath hitches when I press the call button. I wait for a good one minute but there is still no answer from him. In fact, the line goes directly to voicemail. I release a sigh as I try to call him again. For the record, I've been trying to call him 10 freaking times, but he answered none of my calls.

"Fine, maybe a text will do?" I murmur quietly.

Still no reply.

No reply again.

Nothing. 0 reply.

After half an hour of waiting for him to reply, my hope starts to crush slowly. I finally give up ... for tonight. I then close my lids and fall into a deep sleep.

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The sound of my iPhone's alarm that is blaring out causes me to grunt under my breath.

I force my eyes to open so that I can get ready. I need to wake up early ... for him. I need to. I have to. I drag my butt out of the bed lazily to take a shower. I sigh in relief as the warm water runs down my body. After I've dried up myself, I rummage through my wardrobe to search for the outfit of the day. I wear a loose white top and tuck it into my black leather jeans. I then put on a denim shirt outside of the tank top and leave it without buttoning it. For the shoes, I grab a pair of black high heels. I smile in satisfaction after I've finished getting ready.

Let's go.

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"This is your way of making him to talk to you?" Sam asks with his eyes wide open like they will pop out of their sockets.

"I don't think he will just follow me if I say, 'Hey Dean, let's go out!'. I know for sure that he will just push me away even more if I pull that stunt." I grumble. "So I have to bait him into doing something that he can only do," I pause for a dramatic effect before continuing, "With my help."

"Yeah, okay." He rolls his eyes. "Good luck okay?"

"It's not like he will kill me." I joke. "Or maybe he will?" I instantly gulp in nervousness.

"Relax, Els. You'll be okay. Now go," Sam says while pushing me to the stairs. I stumble a little as I didn't expect him to do that. I then glare at him but he just lets out a soft chuckle.

I inhale as much oxygen as I can before I climb the stairs. I can do this.

I creep into his room in silence without knocking the door to surprise him. After I've reached his bed, I squat on the floor in front of him. He looks so peaceful when he is sleeping. I resist the temptation to touch his soft brown hair.

I know that this is the perfect time to check him out without having to hear him making silly remarks, not that he will make them as he is mad at me at the moment, but still.

I turn my attention to his eyes that are closed followed by his pretty long eyelashes and his well-defined pointed nose. My eyes then move to his perfectly shaped jawline and lastly I fix my gaze on his soft pale lips. He looks innocent in his sleep. It is almost like his bad boy side doesn't exist.

Oh shit. It's the only thing my brain can interpret at the moment as my eyes land on his hot body. His well-defined chests, his wide muscular shoulders and his god damn abs. Six pack. Oh God I'm going to faint.

"Have you done checking me out?"

I instantly let out a gasp as I didn't expect him to wake up. His eyes flicker open as he looks into my eyes.

I chuckle nervously. "W-What are you talking about?" I stutter. Damn it. I'm usually a good actress. I've never stuttered. But this nervousness is kicking my ass. God knows since when he noticed I was checking him out.

"Don't try to act stupid, Evans. What do you want?" he asks, his voice holds no emotion.

At least he called me Evans, not Elisa.

"Let's go out."

"What?" He asks in surprise and he instantly gets up.

"Let's go to the library."

"What?"

"Do I need to repeat myself or—"

"No! What do you mean by let's go out? And what do you mean let's go to the library?"

I swear this feels like deja vu.

"I want to teach you Biology," I finally answer, sighing.

"Wait what? You, wanted to teach me Biology? Willingly?" he asks. "Is this some kind of stupid joke or something?" He laughs humorlessly.

"No, this isn't a joke. I'm deadly serious, Dean."

"Are you that naive to think that I wanted to go out with you?" He snickers.

"No, but it's your loss then. Maybe Mr. George will make a test out of the blue again and without my help, you'll fail again." He did before. He failed the last Biology test, the one that he tried to ask for my answers but I just ignored him.

He remains silent, keeping a blank face. I get up, brushing the invisible dust on my jeans and act like I'm going to get out of his room.

"Wait!" he shouts, drawing my attention.

A smirk slowly makes its way across my face before it is replaced with an expressionless look as I turn my back to face him.

"Fine. But let's just study here. No going out. Deal?"

"Deal," I answer without hesitation.

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While waiting for Dean to take a bath and get ready, I go to the kitchen to make a breakfast for all of us. I have a chat with Sam at the moment to kill my time. The better I know him, the more I like him. Not the crush kind of like, I mean the friendly type. He's definitely a good match for Bella.

"Hey, I'm done," Dean mutters, walking towards us while drying up his hair.

Even his small action causes me to shiver, figuratively. Oh God ... why does he have to be so hot and sexy? Is that even legal? I bite my lips to stop myself from jumping towards him and running down my fingers through his hair. So instead, I try to keep a straight face as I walk to him.

"I've made a breakfast for us," I tell him with a smile.

"Oh—"

"What a nice smell," a man says, cutting our conversation.

I turn my back to take a better look at him. He seems good-looking despite his age. His face looks like a mixture of Dean and Sam. He must be their dad.

"Hi, I'm Elisa," I greet, extending my hand while giving him a polite smile.

"I'm John." He shakes my hand and replies my smile.

"I'm sorry for coming here without any notice," I say formally as I'm nervous if I've interrupted his morning.

"Nonsense! You don't have to tell this old man if you want to come here. You can come whenever you like," he answers, smiling.

I feel relieved immediately after hearing his statement. He seems really nice. "I've made pancakes for us," I tell him. Luckily, I've made enough breakfast for the four of us although I thought there are just the three of us in the house. To be honest, I've forgotten that Dean and Sam live with their dad as I've never seen him. He must be a really busy man.

"You're good at cooking?" he asks and I just nod my head politely. "She's a keeper," he continues, staring at Dean before he fixes his gaze on me.

I search for Dean's eyes to ask for his help. When he just keeps silent, I sigh and murmur, "We're not—"

"Sure she is dad. She's the best girlfriend anyone would ever ask for," he answers sarcastically, interrupting my words while keeping a blank face.

His dad who doesn't notice his sarcasm smiles. "You're lucky then, son."

Yeah, he's really absolutely frankly lucky that I'm trying to fix our friendship or else I would send him a death glare that could kill him in an instant.

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After we've finished eating, John gets a call and excuses himself to go to his room. The three of us walk to the living room and plop into the sofa.

"So, where are we going to study? Here?" I ask, motioning towards the living room.

"No. Our study room. There," he answers and points his index finger at the room.

"Oh," I mutter. It's the only thing I can say in this awkward situation.

John rushes out of his room while trying to button his sleeve. "Kids, I have to go to the company. There's a problem. I'll be back later."

Dean and Sam immediately nod their heads in understanding. They must have been going through this a lot.

"Sam, look after them, will you?" John asks before he winks at him.

"Yes dad," Sam answers, smirking as his eyes follow both of us.

After we've said our goodbyes to him, Dean and I leave Sam at the living room and head to the study room. I gasp after stepping into the room. It's like a freaking private library. It's really big, spacious and there are tons of books at the shelfs. Wow is the only thing I manage to mutter at the moment.

"So, let's start," I say, breaking the tension while smiling at him.

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It has been 5 hours since I've taught him Biology. For the past hours, he had been kind of ... himself. Sure, he didn't talk a lot like before or smirk like an idiot, but at least he had showed an interest in mending our friendship.

My stomach then grumbles without my willing. He chuckles lightly and tries his best to hide his amusement but fails nonetheless.

"Let's eat then. I don't want to let my guest starve to death."

"Okay, but there are two conditions."

"What?" he asks, his eyebrows knit in confusion.

"First, we'll eat pizza."

"Okay..." He nods slowly in agreement.

"Second, let me pay for it," I say with a smile tugs on my lips.

"Sure thing, buttercup."

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Buttercup. Buttercup. Buttercup. Buttercup. Buttercup. Buttercup. Buttercup. Buttercup. Buttercup. Buttercup.

It's the only thing I could think of before Sam brings me back to reality.

"Elisa?"

"Yeah?"

Sam chuckles lightly before saying, "I asked you what kind of pizza did you want?"

I shrug, answering, "Up to you. I'm okay with any type, as long as it's pizza." Sam nods before he continues talking about our order on the phone.

He called me buttercup.

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I haven't gotten much idea recently because of school that's coming within a few days. This is a really crappy chapter, I know. But I hope you guys still continue reading this book and supporting me.

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Tris.