Prologue

Savannah's POV

I was the only one who's always wrong.

That's what I believed in most of my life. My parents make me believe that, my friends make me believe that, everyone around me makes me believe that.. except for him.

My best friend.. My first love and my long time crush... I befriended him because I adored him but never in my life that I imagined that we will be beat friends. He stayed with me through my bad times. And that's why my adoration for him grew and became a bolder affection.

I really hate the fact that he considers me as a little sister whom he have to protect anytime. That angers me... but somehow, I like the feeling of being protected by someone.. specially by him.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked when I dozed off.

"Hmmm? yup," I answered casually.

"Mm, okay, that's very good to know," he answered back before continuing scribbling on his notes.

"You know what, I feel like I've develop some kind of special affection for you, Jake," I exclaimed unconciously.

He suddenly stopped doing what he's doing and stared at me for a while.. When I had the courage to look on him, I saw his brows furrowed and pursed lips. And that hit me. He didn't like the idea.

"What did you just say?" He exclaimed.

"Gosh! You can't tell if I'm joking or not? Are you that silly?" I laughed fakely.

He stared at me for a few moments before heaving out a deep sigh.

"Wooh, that came out of the blue, though," he said. "Don't joke like that... It's not funny,"

"Haven't you like jokes that has something to do with flirting? What's the problem now?"

"I like the humor of it but not by you... You're almost like my little sister..

We can't have the idea of dating.."

"Oh, I'm really humbled and honored to hear that, sir," I mocked.

"Stop it," he warned me pretty quickly. Probably because he know where this is going.

"You're too old to accept jokes, aren't you?"

"No, I'm not, you're just too immature for this age."

Instead of being offended or insulted, I got amused on how he construct such kind of statements. this is the first time he'd tell me that I was too immature. Everytime I mock him being too old, he just laughs it off, but now...

"Hey," I reached his right hand.

He immediately pulled away, flustered. Now, I pulled him back and held his cold and pale hand.

"Is there any problem?" I asked sensitively.

"There isn't." He shook his head. "Why do you ask?"

"It seems like you are bothered by something... You kept on biting your lower lip and sighing all day, how could I not notice?"

"You really are amazing,"

"The reason why I'm bothered today is that... I'm getting engaged with Mary...

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