1.31 I still don't know how to feel about this.

To say that David's surprised to see me at his door is an understatement. He takes a step back, attempts to close the door in my face before reopening it, realizing how rude his initial reaction was. Even when we’re not at the best of terms, David still manages to be considerate.

"Dina," he says, looking uncomfortable. I'm uneasy myself. The last time we saw each other--well, it was a heated encounter in more ways than one. I feel my cheeks heat up, remembering the kiss we shared. It was our first, but it also felt like our last. That fact hurt me more than I thought it would. Maybe it's a bad idea to see him now. He probably can't stand the sight of me.

"Hi, I just---um...I wanted to make sure you're okay." I manage to tell him.

"I am," David replies. He seems pensive. "I heard what you and Arnold did for me. Thank you."

I look up at him, startled, "No, please don't say that." I tell him. "You wouldn't have gotten into trouble in the first place if Dad hadn't..."