No good in goodbye

Chapter 4

"A, wake up." I look up to see Camilla staring at me with her forest green eyes.
"Huh?" Am still half asleep and my eyes are puffy from crying. I have never slept so terrible. What day was it?
"Time to get up. He made Breakfast." Maybe she's talking about Andrew! I run downstairs and follow the sent of bacon and waffles to find a tall stranger setting down food.
"Ah, good Morning Amelia." The stranger says as Camilla runs downstairs with me.
"This guy is the so called 'bartender' who's actually really rich." Camilla whispers in my ear loud enough so only I can hear it. He pulls out a chair for both me and her. Waffles was my favorite food and I swear I could live off of Waffles if they'd let me. I pour syrup down on my waffles and shove them in my mouth. My favorite waffles were the special ones my mother made. Sprinkles, chocolate chips, and the special ingredient that she said was a secret. She called them special stuff because when I was little instead of saying waffles I said special stuff. I could've killed for some right now. I sit up and get myself some more waffles.
"Waffles. You like Waffles." I look at the rich guy.
"Yeah, I love em. Why does it matter?" He smiles at me.
"Am calling you waffles." My eyes widen from what he says.
"Why waffles?! Why not A or something better?!" He shrugs.
"Because, you love waffles and it's the first thing I know about you." I roll my eyes.
"What's your name anyways and who are you?!" He seems a little confused at first then laughs.
" My name is Jackson Reverate, the son of Susan and Randall Reverate. I'm assuming you've heard of them" He was that guy? I didn't even notice. As he sits down beside me I continue eating. I look him up and down noticing how handsome he really was. His hair is dark brown until you look at the tips, which is Blonde. Is that natural? Probably not. He towers over me, making me feel short. This stranger has pretty white teeth and blue eyes. I've never seen blue eyes look so good on someone before. I look down to the rest of him. His shirt is so thin you can see an eight pack. I almost couldn't believe my eyes because I didn't even know those existed. Andrew never had one... though I guess he didn't need one because I fell so hard for him and he ended up leaving me for my enemy. My eyes start to water. "H-hey, did I say something wrong, waffles?" I shake my head no then he gets up and pulls my chair back far enough for me to get out. He nods to me and I run away to the closest room to cry. Unfortunately, I ran into the worst room I could run into.