I heard a throat clear and woke myself from that flashback that occasionally played in my head. "What are you doing in my house? Who do you think you are?" he snapped. I was a little shocked from his tone. He was just smiliing earlier. I opened my mouth to speak when he interrupted me.

"Who on earth are you? Do you think you can randomly barge in my house like that and play my piano?" he asked harshly. "I'm sorry I just-"I said when he cut me off. "Get.out.of.my.house." he said each word slowly as if I couldn't understand.

Why was he treating me like this? He could have at least let me explain. He should know how I feel. Wait, how could he know? A snotty rich boy like him wouldn't even care for that matter.

"Hello?Can you hear me? I said get out of my house. Sadly, your dumb brain can't process my words probably. Am I right?" his cold words interrupting my thoughts.

I gritted my teeth. Calm down Emma. Breathe in. Breathe out. Ignore his rudeness. Ignore that mean look he's trying to give you, because it just looks more like he's constipating than scowling. "Sorry."I muttered, looking at the ground.

"Look me in the eye and tell me that wimp. I know you'd prefer to look at my handsome face than the ground." he commanded.

Did he really just say that? Wow, obnoxious and rude. Isn't that a shocker? Just walk away Emma. Walk away. I turned my back on him and began leaving his house.

"You're filthy hands don't deserve a piano like that. Damaged the keys and ruined my piano for sure. No wonder you have your parents aren't here. They probably left you because they realized that you were a mistake." he said, a smirk on his face.

That was the last straw. He just said I was a freaking mistake. No one crosses that line. How can he just say that out loud like it was nothing? Did he know what even happend to my parents? Did he know me at all?

Involving my parents was such a bad choice. Very bad choice indeed. Cause the dark side of Emma Davis means that you are pretty much dead in the next thirty seconds. Possibly fourty seconds if your lucky.Poor boy didn't see it coming...

My hands were balled into fist, and my eyes turned into slits. I turned around and gave him the most poisonous look I could muster.

Then I exploded. "DO YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME THAT WELL? WE JUST MET AND YOU THINK YOU KNOW EVERYTHING?WHAT ARE YOU? FREAKING GOOGLE!? NO! YOU ARE NOT! SO SHUT UP! JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE RICH DOESN'T MEAN YOU ARE SMART! DON'T DENY IT. YOU PROBABLY HAVE AN I.Q. OF A TREE!" I yelled at his face, steam blowing from my ears.

The boys eyes widend in shock, or fear maybe, and took a step back. Then something happend that I didn't plan on. He caught his foot on one of the leg of the piano and fell backwards. On the way down, he tried to grab something that can help him up. That "something" was me.

We both fell down hard on the smooth glossy wood floor. A loud "oomph" escaped his lips and he closed his eyes. "You. weigh.alot. Hurting. Me.With. Your. Heavyness" was all he could say.

"Not so impressive now are you, Mr.Im-So-Mighty," I laughed.

His eyes remained shut, as if he was in pain. He so deserved it. Then he opened his eyes. And that was when a startled gasp escaped my lips.

Where have I seen those beautiful blue eyes?  "Wait, what is you're name?" I asked, my heart speeding up. No,no,no, it can't be.  "James Thomason. Why?"

My eyes widend in complete disbelief. And with those words, I stood up and ran away, afraid of looking back.