Do friends have a type?

Hip hip hooray!

Hip hip hooray!

Hip hip hooray!

Why? You all can ask this.

Because.............

Today is my engagement party with my Ame.

You can only imagine how much I am happy.

Of course, the selfless part screamed that I am guilty of causing the poor Amelia such pain.

But my selfish part just wants to dance even without any tune like a joker.

Not only mine but Emily's too.

You know what I am always guilty of something.

I am a sin collector.

What to do?

Adding to the pain for Amelia, I am upsetting Emily and Liam on their truthfully memorable day.

Unlike me, whose arrangement is fake from start to end. From top to bottom.

Okay, enough of my sad story.

Let me recall a hilarious moment with who? Of course, my Ame?

You all must be curious about what happened next on that day after meeting my parents in the car.

Do we become friends?

See for yourself guys.

********************FLASHBACK OF THAT DAY *********************

"Don't look at me like that" He said in a hoarse voice.

"Like what?" I retorted in a tiny whisper.

"Innocently" He breathed almost shaking making the strings of my heart fly here and there in the air of love which I imagined so hard.

"What?" I asked him, beginning to blush from his words.

Mind you, I was getting turned on.

But he just turned off all the slow buildup by moving from my space quickly almost as if my touch burned him.

"I told you to not look at me trying hard to be innocent! I know you are not innocent!" He said before turning away from me.

He was unbuttoning the first two shirts of his button, fanning his neck.

"Doesn't it too hot suddenly?" He muttered before asking the driver to increase the AC.

I gulped not knowing what to say now.

I used this moment to get my answer.

"So, are we friends?" I asked peeking from my eyebrows and looking at him carefully.

When I asked this question, at the same time the car came to the halt indicating that it was time for me to leave.

I quickly looked at him in hope that he will answer my question positively.

But, much to my dismay, he doesn't even answer.

I sighed, giving up before opening the door to leave.

When I left the car, he asked me to bend to the level of the window.

If he wants to speak anything, he should have said it while I am in the car.

Why now?

Does he think I am his servant?

"No, but I can call my future wife. Can't I?" He teased me.

Oh, no! I said that aloud.

Anyways, what did he just say?

I quickly bend to his level near the window and beamed at him.

"What did you just say?" I asked him, wriggling my eyebrows teasingly.

"That my future wife cannot be my friend." He said smirking openly.

"But, why?" I asked in confusion pooling my mind.

He leaned forward to reach my ear before whispering

"Because you are not my type."

I froze both by his words and actions.

"But….But..Do friends have a type?" I asked tilting my head in confusion.

As a result, a thick strand fell on my eyes hiding my view.

Before I can correct that, He beat me to that.

He took the strand gently before tugging it behind my ear.

My heart fluttered, twitched, and even skipped a beat at that.

Who is this?

Is this the same Samuel who is always rude to me?

Why is he being so gentle with me, so nice with me all of a sudden?

Something doesn't add up.

"Because I don't want you anywhere near me." He said before pushing me slightly away from that Car.

Actually, it's mine.

The irony is he kicked me out of my own car.

I scoffed at that.

When he was about to drive away, I yelled loudly that I am sure my neighbors would have heard me.

"I WILL MAKE YOU MY FRIEND, MR. SAMUEL FOSTER. YOU WILL SEE THAT HAPPEN WITH YOUR OWN DAMN EYES!!" I yelled like a madwoman.......in love.....

Shock is an understatement when I heard the sophisticated and classy Samuel Foster replied me with the same yelling, showing his right hand out the window as a goodbye.

"WE WILL SEE, MS. CALLA MASON!!"

He replied.

That too in a not-so decent way according to their class just for the sake of replying to me.

I twirled around myself in the middle of the street, not caring about anyone who looked at me as if I have lost my mind.

My huge smile came to a halt when I remembered the promise.

I am already betraying my promise, my words, my morals.

I sighed thinking about that meeting with Amelia.

For a second there, I forgot about Amelia.

Calla, You can't do that. You shouldn't do this to that poor girl.

Remember the promise you made to her.

Don't break it even for your love.

You are a woman of words.

Remember that.

***********************End of flashback ******************

This was happened at that day.

Both satisfying and guilty.

I don't even know what to feel anymore.

It's always like I have to choose what my heart heels or what is right.

They say the heart is always right.

But what if I already knew that my heart is wrong.

After that day, I haven't met anyone with the family including Samuel.

So, today I will be meeting them after 5 days.

In that 5 days, I tried to convince Emily and Liam.

But they made it clear that they won't support or forgive this decision.

"Wow! You are looking amazing!" Came a young voice, nevertheless a strong one.

When I turned to its source, I am surprised to see Elle, Samuel's sister here.