His whisper sends shivers down my spine. I gulp nervously to calm my freaking hormone.

Whoa, whoa, he's just a stranger, a nice bad boy stranger I might add, given the fact that he helped me, so why am I feeling like this?!

I turn my back to face him. "Um, thanks for everything you've done today."

"Don't mention it. What can I say? I'm too nice to let a little girl cry. It's too much to handle." He smirks.

"I'm not a little girl." I frown. "Nice? Whoa, cocky much? If I recall you just bumped into me yesterday without saying a single sorry." I roll my eyes.

"Sorry? What is that? Is it a new word? If I recall it doesn't exist in my dictionary." His smirk grows wider as he imitates my words.

"Is your manner as shallow as your brain?"

"At least I'm not the one who's gonna scream like a scared little girl when we watch a horror movie soon," he replies with a smirk planted on his face. Couldn't he stop smirking for a second?

"You bet." I huff.

"Game on."

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"So? What do you want to watch, Evans?"

Both of us have already sat comfortably on the sofa and held a bowl of popcorn in our hands.

"Wait. How do you know my name?" I ask curiously. I haven't tell him my name yet.

"I have my sources," he says, smirking. "So? Insidious 3? Paranormal Activity 5? The Visit? Poltergeist? Sinister 2? Or don't tell me you've already shivered by the name of these movies."

"Oh I won't be scared trust me." I mimic his smirk. Oh boy, he really doesn't know me.

He presses the remote control while selecting the movie we will watch. He keeps his movies in a hard disk, like me. What he doesn't know is that I've already watched most of the movies he has.

"I think Poltergeist suits you better, girly girl."

"Couldn't you find a better pet name for me?" I huff in annoyance.

"Oh trust me Evans, I will."

So he really wanted to play this family name's game? I'm more than thrilled to join him.

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"How do you ... but how?" His shocked expression causes me to laugh out loud.

I just remained my expressionless face throughout the whole movie. Dean was expecting me to scream, to close my eyes or even to hug him because I was too scared in his opinion, but nope, that wasn't going to happen. I'm too badass for that, that's why.

"Did you really think I was scared of horror movies, Winchester? Oh my God, you should have seen your face. It was priceless." I hit his chest repeatedly to stop myself from laughing. Hey, what can I say? I'm that violent.

"You're so dead, Evans. So dead," he says as an evil gleam sparkles in his eyes.

He grips my hands tightly until I can't move them. Uh-oh.

"Ha-ha, what are you gonna do?" I let out a nervous laugh.

Within a second, he tackles me to the ground and starts to tickle me.

"Stop! Hahaha stop! Winchester please! Hahaha!" I laugh too much until drops of tears stream down my face. I struggle to free myself but he is just too strong.

Sometimes I don't understand why do we laugh when somebody tickles us. I mean, it's not even funny let alone make us feel happy. But it can work as a stress reliever, maybe?

"Winchester! I swear to God if you don't stop I will kill you!" I struggle to comprehend a few words because I'm dying from a fit of laughters.

"Are you sure you want to kill a piece of this?" He smirks and points towards his own body. By this point I know this is my only chance to escape and let him have a taste of his own medicine.

So, what I did then? I push him and kick his stomach, obviously. I've told you, I'm that badass.

He growls in pain. "What was that for?!"

I quickly take control of the situation and start to tickle him.

"So how's that feel, huh?" I grin in satisfaction.

"Hahaha! I'll be the death of you, Evans!" I giggle at this and start to tickle him with more forces.

I'm too consumed with the taste of victory until I didn't realize the small gap between us that is getting closer and closer. When I start to realize it, my grip on his body suddenly loosens and I'm just fixing my gaze on him and staring into his eyes that have turned bright green. He brushes a strand of hair on my face and my heart starts to beat rapidly.

And of course, our 'friendly' moment is interrupted by the crack of the door that indicates someone is home.

"Did I interrupt something?"

We quickly distance ourselves from each other and get up.

"Err ... hi," I greet awkwardly. What the hell just happened?

"Hi, I'm Sam, Dean's brother. You must be Elisa, right?"

"Yeah. How do you know my name?" These two guys are psychics I swear.

"I heard. So, just a wild guess that it's you." Sam gives me a genuine smile.

"Oh, um ... so I'm going to head home," I mumble nervously.

"I'll take you to school to get your car," Dean says, giving me no room to argue. That's right. My stupid car. If it wasn't for Dean, I would totally forget about it. Dean gets out of the house and leaves me alone with Sam.

"Bye Elisa. I really hope we're going to bump into each other more often." Sam throws me a big grin.

"Bye Sam. Maybe we will soon." I mimic his grin and close the door before increasing my pace to follow Dean.

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"Don't you have a better song?" I groan. I don't understand boys with their loud music. I'm more of a pop, country, indie and R&B songs kind of person.

"No. Now shut up and stop complaining before I make you do it myself."

I lean into my seat and fold my arms while looking out of the window.

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After I took a long bath, I change into a comfy shirt and leggings.

That's when reality hits me. David. I can't avoid reality long enough until I'm able to move on.

I turn on my iPhone that was powered off after the whole David incident happened.

There are 30 messages, 20 from Bella, Emily, Aaron and Jace while the other 10 is from none other than the devil incarnate himself, David.

There are also 50 missed calls. It really hurts to see David's name in my contact list. Although how much I try to hide my feelings, to show to people that I'm strong, the truth is, I'm not as strong as people expect me to be. The burnt inside my heart is too strong to handle. It can't be healed and it can't even die out. It will still be there and spread even more, until it leaves a deep hole in my heart.

The worst kind of pain is when you're smiling just to stop the tears from falling. And what hurts the most is that things will never be the same.

I lock myself in my room and cry until there are no tears left. I hug Fluffy while crying until there are tear stains on her.

I can't do it. I can't live without him. Hell, I can't even face him. Things will never be the same without him. Why did he make me feel this burning pain? Why did he do this to me? What have I done? Do I really deserve to feel like my heart has been torn apart? Do I really deserve to be treated like this? Do I deserve to feel this sharp knife inside me?

The ringing of my iPhone makes me jump a little. I look at the caller ID and the burning pain is then replaced by an uncontrollable anger. I throw away my iPhone and luckily, it lands on the corner of my queen size bed.

I can't do this. I can't let anger take control over my body and my senses. I breathe in as much oxygen as I can to calm myself. As chocolates are the best stress reliever, I take a few packets of Kitkat, a bar of Cadburry and lastly a packet of Skittles from the mini fridge in my room.

After my fattening session, I hear a few knocks on the door. "Hey El, are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?"

My brother can be sweet if he wants to. He knows me, the real me and he can even see past through the things that I can't. He just know when I'm down and sad, like he has a psychic power or something. Again with the psychic thing.

"I'm okay." Lies. I'm not okay and my brother knows it.

"Could you just open the door please?" He gives me his best demand voice.

I heave a big sigh before I unlock the door and open it. I walk back to my bed followed by Edward, my brother.

"What is it? What happened? Who hurts you?" he asks in his most concern voice. He must have noticed my dark circles and puffy eyes.

"David cheated on me," I murmur, telling the truth without beating around the bush. What's the point? He's gonna find out sooner or later anyway.

"What?! He cheated on you?! I swear to God I'm going to kill that motherfucker!" Edward fumes with anger.

"No, just ... don't. I'm okay. I just ... I need to rest. Please?" A sigh escapes my mouth. Again.

"Okay, just take care of yourself, please? Can you promise me that?" A forced smile tugs on his lips.

"Yes, I will, Ed." I mimic his forced smile.

After my brother left me alone, I send short texts to both Bella and Emily to tell them about what David did to me. I don't even bother to see their replies before I block David's phone number and take a deep sleep.

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This is it. This is the day that I will break up with David, officially. I won't avoid him because what's the point? Sooner or later I will face him too. It's just inevitable. So why not today?

I try my best to stay emotionless. I don't want to remember the pain. I don't. I just want to let the murderous rage that is rushing through my veins to control me. Anger is better than pain, to be honest.

Before I take a bath, I unlock my iPhone to play Fight Song by Rachel Platten. I feel like this song can give me some sort of strength and power to meet David.

This time this is my fight song
Take back my life song
Prove I'm alright song
My powers turned on
Starting right now I'll be strong
I'll play my fight song
And I don't really care
If nobody else believes
Cause I've still got
A lot of fight left in me

I sing aloud the chorus before hot tears escape my eyes. I can't believe it. David actually cheated on me. I thought ... I really thought he loved me. I've never thought he would mask his true colors with his sweetness and all his perfect boyfriend craps.

After my long bath, I try to dress up as best as possible. I won't let David see the effects that he has on me. I made a waterfall braid with loose curls that causes my hair to stand out. I use a concealer to hide my dark circles and an eyeliner to make my eyes seem less puffy although both of the items are pretty useless. I put on a red lipstick so that I will appear confident. For my outfit, I wear a black sweatshirt with the words 'I Hate You To The Moon & Back' printed on it. The words obviously describe my feelings at the moment. Without doubt, I wear a pair of black skinny jeans and put on a pair of vans that have black and white roses pattern.

Phew, that's one hell of a job.

I go to the kitchen to eat cereal as I didn't eat at all yesterday except a bowl of popcorn at Dean's house, oh and some chocolates. Of course those things didn't count as actual food. Frankly, I myself wonder how is it possible for me to stay away this long from food. Well maybe being heartbroken really made you lose appetite. Think positively, I could diet this way.

"Are you okay today, sis?" Edward gives me a concerned look.

"Never been better," I say, smiling reassuringly.

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I lock the car and increase my pace towards the school building.

"Okay, let's do this."

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A cliffhanger! Sorry guys I really wanted to continue this chapter but I couldn't because I'm too tired after a long shopping session with my mom and my elder brother. The best thing about shopping with your mom is you don't have to use all your money to buy something.

Btw, wattpad also had a server down for more than 1 hour. I've been trying to publish this chapter earlier but I failed. I could only publish it just now, at 4.12 freaking in the morning. Yay life.

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Tris.