"SAM?" The sound of the knocking just continued to roam around the room. "Sam, please. You have to get out of there one way or another."

              "Misty, please, I can't," my voice broke, my heart beating too loud. "Leave me alone."

              "Sam, will you eat something at least?" I hear my father's pleading tone.

              Travis has been great. He's never talked about the whole arranged-marriage thing.

              Right now, he's at school and he stopped by before going there and gave me some McDo take outs. When he left, so did Sean, and I've never seen Misty and Brian yet which is the best thing.

              I walk to the kitchen, getting a glass of water. I'm stopped when I see an envelope the dining table. The design of the envelope was absolutely stunning, and the writing looks like someone who made it practiced calligraphy.

              I open the envelope, finding a small letter inside. I read through it.

We cordially invite you to the marriage of Brian Alexander and Misty Green on一

              My fingers placed the letter back. They're getting married. They're actually getting married, in such a short time. The door suddenly opened, seeing Brian and Misty come inside, their eyes twinkling and smiling at each other. Then I remember Mom's letter—let go, Sam. She wanted him to be happy.

              They stop as soon as their eyes landed on me and at the letter on my hand.

              Misty started to come towards me, her mouth opening to explain but I held my hand out to stop her and Brian to explain themselves. "I get it," I stated. "You two are in love and marrying each other, I get it."

              "We were going to tell you," Misty explained, her voice going surprisingly low and calm. "It's just we didn't know how."

              "It's okay," I smiled. Misty and Brian's eyes widen at me. "Really, it is okay. I promised someone that I would let go and I'm going to fulfill that promise."

              "Your mother," Brian said, it wasn't a question at all.

              I nodded. "She wanted me to move on from everything that has happened but it's going to take some time. I know that after everything you are sorry, Brian," he nods at me, a sad smile on his face. "But if you were sorry, then you would have told me or shown something that you are sorry.

              "I'm trying to forgive you, Brian," I continued, seeing Misty's and his eyes sink down to the floor, clearly saddened by it. "I'm sorry. I'm not ready to go there yet. I'm just trying to accept right now that the two of you are getting married and by the recent events, it doesn't take a genius to figure out that you two will be purchasing a new house. So this is the next step to make it up to me; I want this house to be still here and I'm living here."

              He shakes his head. "That's not what your mother wants."

              "My mother wants me to forgive you, to move on, to let go." I repeated, gesturing around us. "But this house? I'm not letting it go. I'm staying here."

              "Sam—" but he's stopped by Misty, placing her hand on his shoulder.

              "You will be visiting us, correct?" She asked, eyes hopeful. I nod. "Okay, then I guess you can keep this house. Just know that we will be coming by at times to see how you're doing if you're not going to visit."

              I gave her a soft smile. "Yes, I understand. Thank you."

              They nodded, the corner of their lips going upward.

              I did the same.

              I didn't answer my father. They stand at the doorway for a while before I see their shadows moving away from the door. I release a breath.

              But bile started to rise at my throat when I hear Sean's voice as he knocked at my door. "He's here. He wants to say goodbye."

              "I can't," I sobbed, feeling the tears drip down from my cheeks.

              Each day we spent on each other, his sister never failed to constantly remind us about how our time is only limited, how she could only stall for so long before they decided to actually see for themselves if I'm real—if this relationship is real. The guys along with my brother, of course, tried to help and protect our relationships but soon, they had their own relationships to deal with and we couldn't ask them to sacrifice their time for us.

              So, we decided that we were going to spend in one another's company no matter how much it'll hurt us in the end.

              "Sammy!" Travis yelled. "Come on, dinner's ready!"

              "Quit yelling, you'll lose all your hair," I warned, running down the stairs to find him in an apron, placing down the food in the middle of the table. I opened my arms and instantly wrap it around my boyfriend's neck. "Smells good."

              "The food or me?" He questioned, his tone was very playful as he wiggled his brows at me.

              I pulled away from him. "Both," grinning and taking his hand, I pulled him down at the dining table, making him sit beside me. "Let's eat, let's eat, let's eat!"

              Before I can even sit down, the doorbell rings. Travis stood up to open it but I shook my head and told him to sit tight. As I walked to the door and open it with a huge swing, the grin plastered on my face was soon replaced with a frown.

              Not only was Mr. and Mrs. Mason in front of me but behind them, there's the beautiful, drop dead gorgeous, sexy and hot, heiress of the Ares Corporation—Molly Ares. The one who is the absolute "It" girl, the one who's about to marry the boy I love.

              And I. Can't. Absolutely. Breathe.

              "Sammy, who at the一" he's not able to finish his question when his eyes met with his parents and his future wife. "Mom, dad, what are you doing here with Molly?"

              "We all need to talk," Mr. Mason's voice is domineering. Then his eyes averted towards me, and I could've sworn that he could burn my face off from the staring he's doing. "Privately."

              I snapped my gaze to Travis. "I should leave."

              "Probably the best idea, honey," Mrs. Mason exclaims, her smile still on her face, but something's different when she saw me. Her smile looks a little bit... forced.

              Hands shots out to my arm, pulling me back. "Stay. Whatever they can say to me, you should be there."

              "He says that he really needs to see you." Sean reasoned out, his fist hitting the door again. "Sam, come on, you know he loves you."

              My eyes closed. "Tell him that I want him to leave me alone."

              Not only was it silent but the tension between the five of us is getting thicker and thicker and it looks like that I'm the only one who was bothered by it.

              "I told you, Travis," his father started, "no girlfriends. We're trying to make a good reputation out of here. It's not going to be like that anymore once the paparazzi knows that you broke up with some girl and moved on by making Molly a rebound."

              "Dad, stop," Travis squeezed my hand, it calmed me for a second. "I don't care what the paparazzi thinks. We already discussed that I'm going to be with Sammy."

              His mother shook her head at the corner of my eye. "That won't do! You know that we've always wanted you to be with someone that we think is suitable for you. Molly, here, is now ready to be your fiancée again."

              Wait. Hold up. What did she say again?

              "Mom, I don't think一"

              "You two were a beautiful couple! Especially when you two were engaged!" Mrs. Mason clapped delightfully to herself. "Molly told us that she regrets everything now and wants to make it up to you by becoming your wife!"

              "Stop一" Travis squeezes my hand again, this time to keep me in my seat.

              He's cut off by Molly. "I really am sorry about what happened but I'm here now! And look!" I noticed the bright diamond ring on her finger. "Remember this ring? I'm now wearing it! I know you wanted me to wear it a long time ago but I wasn't ready then. Now, I'm ready to be with you! We can even一"

              "Jesus Christ, shut the fuck up!"

              I cast my eyes to Travis, Mr. and Mrs. Mason, and to Molly. Their eyes are trained at me, stunned expression written on them. At first I was confused why they were looking at me like that until I realized that those words came out from my mouth.

              "Sorry, I should go," I jerked my hand away from Travis and push the chair away from the table, running to the door.

              They were engaged before.

              I hear Travis shouting my name as I'm running.

              There are slow knocks on the door this time. "Sammy?"

              Travis.

              My eyes close, and my heart starts to thump in my chest like it's going to burst.

              "Please open the door."

              "Sammy! Sam, stop please!"

              I did what he said and turned around. He stopped at a short distance from me and I couldn't help but push him back. "You lied to me. Again!"

              "I'm sorry," he whispers, hands trying to ooze me. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

              "You were engaged to her!" I scream, tears start to stream down on my face but it doesn't bother me. "You fucking became engaged to her."

              "She said no. We weren't engaged."

              "But you proposed to her," I snapped. "You proposed to her and forgot to mention it to me when you were telling me about you and her and your arranged marriage! When did this even happen?"

              "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

              "When?!" I couldn't but scream.

              He ran his hand through his hair. "It was just a silly thing. When we were together, before she left me, I didn't want her to leave me so I said that she should marry me. It was in the heat of the moment. I had the ring with me, it was mom's and she gave it to me. I didn't know what I was thinking. It was a long time ago; I wasn't even legal then."

              I wanted to run and hide and push him back again but my legs gave out and I'm falling down to the ground, kneeling down to the floor with my head down. My heart feels like it's being stabbed and my stomach feels like it's sinking down to the floor.

              I felt his warmth around me. "I'm so sorry. I love you. I love you. I love you."

              I continue to cry, not saying anything back.

              "Sammy, please," I heard his own voice crack at the end.

              Fuck. It hurts.

              "I'm about to leave," he exclaimed. "Please get out of that room and say goodbye to me. Please don't be like this."

              I sobbed down on the floor.

              "You're never going to believe this!" He yelled at me, excitedly.

              "What? That you have a small dick?" I asked, rhetorically. "I know that already, Travis. And don't worry, I still love you!"

              "Hardy-har-har." He rolled his eyes at me. "Keep insulting me and you're going to be dead, Sammy.

              "Oh, really?" I came closer to him, taunting but he doesn't step back. In fact, he has this usual smirk of his that makes all the girls swoon. Well, except me because it's in my nature to resist his handsome features, smirks, and gorgeous smiles.

              Okay. It makes me swoon too. Sue me.

              I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. "Going to be dead, huh?" I whispered. He nodded in response. "Not if you die first, Tracie." I winked and punched him the cheek. It wasn't hard enough to leave him a bruise but it was hard enough to make him stumble a few paces behind me.

              He held his cheek. "Oh it's on."

              I started running up to the stairs and open all the doors but leave one closed while I go inside his room, leaving the door open like all the rest of the door and hide under his bed.

              "I'll kill you!" He yells, following me upstairs.

              It's silent for a few minutes until I heard him go inside the room where I left the door closed. It takes him a full minute to go outside, knowing I wasn't there. "Clever trick, Sammy. But I'm going to find you." He says in a sing-song voice.

              I closed my eyes, and breathed slowly. The dusty air under the bed gets inside my nose, making me sneeze loudly.

              He definitely heard that. Well, I think it's time to escape now.

              But it was too late to do anything because the moment I opened my eyes, I was being dragged out of the bed by his hands around my ankles. I let out a girlish squeal even though it was so unlike me. I didn't care and neither did he.

              He sat on my stomach, making it difficult to move and breathe. His eyes held a victorious glint in them as he wore this gorgeous smile in his face. "I told you I'm going to find you."

              "What? No fair!" I slapped his shoulder. "Get off of me, you heavy pig."

              "Uh-uh." He wiggled his finger in front of me. "You just called me fat!"

              "That's because you are!" I retorted, smiling at the same width as his smile was. "Come on, Tracie. I can't breathe!"

              He rolled his eyes and stood up, getting my hand and pulling me. "You keep calling me Tracie. I hate it. It's a girl's name."

              "Then it'll be our daughter's name." I blurted out suddenly. Our eyes went wide. "I mean, not that I want to have a kid with you—no, that's not what I meant. I just thought—you know what? I'm just going to shut my mouth now. It's not like we'll be together that long anyway. It's so stupid for me to bring that up."

              Travis lets out a huge laughter and I felt myself relaxing. "Calm down, Sammy." He said, his hand running through my hair. "I'd love to have a girl named Tracie but I want her to be a baby sister."

              "Why?" I crossed my arms. "I'm a big sister. I mean, Sean and I are twins but I'm a few minutes older than him."

              "So that if ever someone breaks her heart, her older brothers will kick the guy's ass." He shrugged. "I mean; I can't kick the guy's ass by then because I'm going to be an adult then. And I think she'll be able to have a boyfriend when she's old enough."

              "How old? Sixteen?"

              He shook his head. "No. Too young."

              "Eighteen, then."

              "Still too young."

              I looked at him incredulously. "Twenty? Thirty?"

              "Still too young."

              "Jesus, Travis, I want Tracie to have a boyfriend when she's still alive, your idiot." I laughed but he showed seriousness. "I want our first kid to be a girl and then boys. I want to see how that turns out. Plus, it's no big deal. I'm going to train her how to fight."

              "No!" He shouted. My eyes went wide. I've never seen Travis like this about kids before. It's kind of amusing to watch. "Boys first then Tracie."

              "Boys? You want to have two?" My brow arose.

              "At least three." He said. "What? I want three boys—one to kick his ass, one to kick him in the dick, and one to punch him in the face. That's how it's going to work."

              "You're so weird." I told him, coming closer to wrap my arms around his waist, hugging him. "You're lucky that I love you."

              We both laughed. "I'm definitely lucky. As I was saying earlier before you insulted me, you're not going to believe that I got us burgers and milkshakes for free?"

              "Really? Where are they?"

              "Downstairs. They're in the living room."

              I pulled away and grabbed his hand. "Well, what the hell are we doing standing here, for? I need my burger! I hate cooking!"

              "You can't even cook."

              "Move your ass, Travis Mason!"

              He just laughed.

              "Sammy?" He voiced out.

              I staid quiet.

              "I love you."

              I saw his shadow still standing in front of the door.

              "Oi!" Travis slapped my hand away from his lunch. Hard. I pull back my hand, trying to shake the pain away. I know that he didn't actually meant to hit me hard but it still did hurt. When he saw my pained expression, he takes my hand and rubs the redness forming at the back of my hand. "Sorry, babe. Didn't mean to."

              "Babe?" Tyler repeated, his face twisting in disgust. "Since when you were whipped?"

              Lucas slapped him at the back of his head. I was about to thank him when he said, "He isn't whipped. He's super whipped." And then all of them snicker at the both of us.

              "Stop it." Robbie told them, seriously. Then a grin broke into his face. "They're in love." He extends the 'o'.

              "They're so hot for each other," Riley laughed.

              I rolled my eyes and turned to Travis, he has his eyebrow raising and was waiting for his friends to finish making fun of us. I moved my hand away from his grip. He gazed at me. "Is it okay if I break your friends' noses? I mean, they're so annoying."

              The four of them stopped laughing.

              "Nah," Travis shook his head. "Just break their arm or something, that's much better."

              "What if I just kick them in the balls?" I asked, having a devilish smile as I turned to Travis's friends. Their eyes widen in fear. "I bet it'll hurt you all."

              "Oh hell no, I'm leaving!" Robbie yelled, standing up and darting towards the door, flailing his arms out like he's being chased. "No, kicking in the balls!"

              I bit the inside of my cheek to stop me from laughing. I turned to the remaining guys left, making my eyes and grin wide. I can sense that they're uncomfortable in their seats as they try to avoid my gaze. "How about you, guys? You want some kick in the balls?"

              "Fuck, no!" Lucas stood up next, flipping me off before running away. "Robbie! Wait for me! We can hide together!"

              "Wait for me, dumbasses!" Yells Riley,