The next week was heaven. The shooting went perfectly, we had a lot of fun and I got to spend time with Eli. Dating him was one of the best things that happened to me. In this one week, I got to know him and guess what? He hasn't changed that much in 10 years. Well except for his bossiness. Since I'm his girlfriend he feels it's his duty to be so.

And another one of the perks is holding his hands. His hands would make the coldest of days warm. And let's not forget the toe curling kisses.

On the second last day of our trip, I was sitting by the pool with my legs in the water. It was the first time I had some time to enjoy the merits of the resort. The day of our union came up to my mind and involuntarily I remembered him telling Jacob and I looked cute together.

"What are you thinking?" A voice came from behind. By this time, I knew Eli's voice all too well. He sat down beside me and put his legs into the pool. As he did, I slapped his arm.

"Ow! What was that for?" He cried as he rubbed his arm.

"Remember calling me and Jacob cute together?" I said smiling a fake smile and soon enough it turned sour.

"I didn't mean to." He reasoned. I gave him a humourless laugh.

"Even if I wanted, I couldn't date him." I said.

"Why?" He got curious.

"He prefers your type." I replied. His brows furrowed in confusion but then realisation hit him.

"Oh. That's why he sleeps in the couch."

"He what?" I asked surprised. We talked for a few minutes and then returned to our rooms as the night grew colder. At my door step, he gave me a sweet goodnight kiss. The best moments of my life, I thought and smiled against his lips. Soon enough I entered my room and went to sleep.

Next morning, we returned back and at noon, we went to college. After giving the footage to principal, we went to the few classes we had left for the day. This time, Eli attended the classes to everyone's surprise. But since he sat near me, neither he concentrated nor did he let me concentrate with that handsome face of his. As the classes ended, Eli asked.

"What are you doing now?"

"It's Thursday, I have dance." I replied.

"Ok, see you there." He said. Before I could ask him anything, he walked of. I rolled my eyes and went to my locker to get my dance bag which Emma gifted me. Emma! I forgot to tell Emma I am dating Eli, but she must have understood after seeing us look at each other at class. As I came near the dance room, I heard shouts. When I reached there, I saw a large crowd. As I neared them I heard a shout which I recognised instantly.

"How dare you!!" I ran and pushed through the crowd to see Eli punching someone. As I pulled Eli off of him, I tried to recognise him and then it hit me. The jerk who made fun of me at the last dance class.

"I won't leave you." Eli shouted.

"Eli! Control please." I shouted at Eli. He turned to me. His eyes were filled with rage. The rage I saw on the day of the music contest. He pulled me out of there. After going a bit far from the class, he turned to me. His voice was dripping with rage.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me about what that jerk said?" Well that's two of us who thinks he is a jerk. I wanted to say.

"Because 1) You weren't my boyfriend then. 2) If I had told you, you would have reacted like this only and 3) I can handle it myself and I did."

"And you didn't cry that day?!" His question hit me dumbstruck. How the hell did he know? He seemed to know what I was thinking.

"Michael told me he thought he saw you cry on your birthday but said maybe you were sweating after your dance class. Then today after meeting you, I got to know what Mark did. I'm smart enough to put two and two together." His words made sense, but I was in no mood to listen. After moving to Seattle, my guilt got the better half of me and caused me to have mood swings. And today was one of those days.

"You're my boyfriend, not my dad! I can take care of myself!" Even through my mood swing got me crazy, I realised what I said was wrong. And before I could say anything more messed up, I walked away. I also was not in the state of explaining to him about my mood swings. I drove straight home and my head into the pillow cried until I slept crying.

I just hope we won't break up, one part of me said. People don't break up because of one fight, Another part said. But this fight was pretty messed up. And just like that I slept away till morning. I guess we will know tomorrow.