I stare at Melisa for a whole minute.
"What?"
She places her index finger on her lips to shush me.
"I won't say anything." I say quietly and she smiles.
I'm so livid. I thought Harry only came here on Sundays? Why would he bring me here if he had something with Samantha? Would she be so nice to me if she thought I was posing some form of competition? Does Harry even like me?
Come to think of it, he has never said anything to do with him liking me or wanting anything from me. We've been kissing, yes, but Harry has kissed a fair share of girls. I'm not sure whether we're friends, or dating or some random people forced together by fate.
Sam pops her head from the kitchen.
"Are you hungry?"
She's being too sweet and I want to hate her. But then, I don't have the whole story so I cho
