Oh, Him? We're Just Friends

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑤𝑜;

I arrived at the library. It was pretty much empty, no one really comes here so early.

Most of the time Sam and I come to school early as he has practiced most days before our first class, I used to watch him all the time, but I kept getting shoved around and asked questions by girls and stuff, so I stopped coming. I still feel bad about it. He asked me to come all the time, now he doesn't even bother because he thinks I'm gonna say no. I'm such a nice friend, aren't I?

I sat at my usual table. I don't even know why I came here. People call me a nerd because I come here, but I only come to the library to get away from Samson's friends. Not that they're mean to me, well, I guess that depends on your definition of mean, but at this point, I've given up with them. I'm just happy they don't know me inside out like Samson does, and I'm happy that Samson doesn't tell them stuff about me, because I'd literally want to cry in a hole and die.

Out of all of Samson's posy of friends, (Ashton, Sebastian, Harry, Elliot, Robin, Ellis and Ethan.) I literally only like Samson and Sebastian. The others are just all the same; annoying, very annoying and hot, and that's all.

I sat on an empty seat in the corner furthest from the door and all the distraction. I had no homework to do, as Sam and I did it over the weekend and I don't really like reading so there was really nothing for me to do. I shoved my hand in my pocket and took my timetable out. I already knew it off by heart, but sometimes I check it, just in case. Next to my classes, I had Samson's name so I knew if he was in that class with me.

English – Samson

Geography

Chemistry – Samson

Mathematics – Samson

Sociology

Business – Samson

I smiled as I saw Samson's name on there more than once, which is good enough for me. I glanced at my watch, then sighed. We still had 12 minutes until the bell for first period would go. I had Samson in my first class so I guess it's only right I find him, and we can go together, right? I guess it's decided then.

There are only 4 places Samson could possibly be right now.

1. Cafeteria

2. Playing Fields/outside practising

3. Standing in the halls

4. Toilets

I know he hates going to the toilets at the school, he says they stink so he never uses them, so I guess that's out of the picture. I huffed as I slung my bag back over my shoulder and began walking back to where I was before, where the lockers were.

I think my high school experience would be much better if I actually had at least one decent friend. Okay, yeah, I have Samson, but other than him, who do I have? It literally me, myself and I. Most of the time, when people want to be my friend, it's so they can be friends with Samson. I mean, it's understandable. If I were them, I'd go to the loner best friend of the hottest and most popular guy In the school rather than going to him myself, so I can't get mad at that.

My face still screwed at my thoughts, I'd arrived at the hallway where the lockers where, but Samson was nowhere to be found. I sighed, I didn't really want to ask his friends where he was, because as we've covered, more than once that I don't really like them, but Samson doesn't know that, or maybe he does, who knows.

I should've stayed in the library, I could turn around and go back now, but it's too late as Harry and Elliot were slowly but surely coming my way. I mentally facepalmed myself and turned around to leave.