It has been a week since my outburst, but neither David or I spoke about it again. Well, the truth is, I was avoiding him. I would get back home early and pretend to be asleep when he got back. I'd wake up early in the morning and rush off to school, claiming that I was working on a project. Even when we had to move into the house, I wasn't around most of the time. In fact, we took turns to supervise the movers. But I knew I couldn't avoid him forever. I was bound to bump into him sometime. However, until then I was bent on putting that encounter as far away as possible.
We were set to move into the beautiful beach house tomorrow, but I got myself out of following David to the house as I told him that I really had to finish up the 'project' and hand it in as soon as possible. So, I told h
