We were on our way to Leo's house after minutes, if not an hour long of talking about the footage. I understood his situation and mine even better. If he gave it to me, he would risk his relationship with Alex and things might just end up being bad for him but I, if I got it and uploaded it then it would mean the tables would immediately turn. The truth would finally be out and I become the good guy. Easy and simple but the problem is that one of us had to sacrifice one thing for the happiness of the other. Hear me out, it's not like I emotionally blackmailed him or anything. It was just a casual conversation, nothing more. Although, I wanted it real bad, I never forced him into it. After my first sentence, it didn't look like he was ready for anything like that and that was the first hint it would take a lot more work than was originally planned. I didn't make him feel bad for not helping me and told him it was totally fine if he wanted it that way. It wasn't until after our talk in

It took only a minute or less after I posted the footage that my phone, including Leo's and Alex's, started buzzing against the table. Besides Alex, it wasn't much of a surprise to anyone on the table. I had a sick smile on my face as I played with the heavy fork in between my fingers like the stepsister from a teen romcom while Leo went on with his meal like nothing happened. I'd never felt better than I did that night, I could just feel the energy rushing through my veins with each loud buzz. With my head feeling like it could pop from excitement at any second, I tried my best to hold in a smile. But yeah, I failed. What else did you expect? I could only try to get my cheeks pink, not the red almost-looking-like-a-bruise color evident on it. I mean, I could tell she already knew something was going on and if she knew me better, she better be scared of it. Definitely, it was my first time doing something like that and yes, it felt great. Amazing even. "Oh" I started "I wonder what

"Dad?"First Alex storms off and leaves me to deal with guilt, then due to circumstances I had to show off my poor cooking skills to Leo and now, my dad shows up unexpectedly looking like a spy from am action filled movie. Just to be sure, I've only been there for probably an hour and this much has happened. Not that we were doing anything bad or something but we both awkwardly froze after I let out the word 'Dad' and for seconds, we stood there like statues, not moving a single muscle. We weren't too close, there was at least a three feet distance between us which was safe enough to not be mistaken as whatever it is dad thought was going on. Whatever, no form of explanation could wipe that look off my father's face. Even if he was here when it all started, he'd still go all protective and give a million reasons why I was either too young for romance, how having a boyfriend is a terrible idea or how the boy in question was bad news. Either ways, he just didn't like the idea of me ev

"Good morning"I had half my head into the kitchen. What he had on that counter was mouthwatering, more than enough to make me feel completely awake. It was the same effect as coffee, just a tougher kick. I ate more than enough yesterday and the sugar was just okay for one week but those pancakes were screaming my name. "So what do you have going on there?""Making breakfast for you, something to remind you of home""Home?" Hunger pushed me and off I went to the counter side. I sat behind the piled of food, wondering if he made all of this for just one person. I never expected him to make something so normal, seeing the first type of meal he gave me was something straight from a fancy restaurant. I always had in mind that all my days here would be spent eating cereal or ordering food. "Figured out you're not a fan of French food or at least, not used to it yet so I made something to remind you of home""Not that I hate it or anything, I just find yours a little too, what's the best

Turns out, Lucas was just as much as a foodie as I was. Well, not the exact same but whatever, he ordered more than I expected. With a body as fit as his, you would think he would watch what he ate, no calorie rule and stuff like that but his was different and that confidence made me get more than enough for my grumbling stomach. We then found a suitable place to park the car and ate at the backseat where no one saw us through the tinted glass. For the first few minutes, I forgot everything around me and munched on my breakfast like a starved dog so once again, I successfully made a fool of myself but this time, I didn't care. What if i looked like a cow? Or if I was eating way too much at a time? I'd embarrassed myself too much so whatever, it's not like it was my first time doing it. Besides, if he had half a brain he would know I'd done my best to look normal and that counts too, right? "Oh my God, this is literally the best thing I've tasted in years""You don't eat fast food?"