Oh, Him? We're Just Friends

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐹𝑖𝑣𝑒;

Samson and I were now in our chemistry class. Sadly, in this class, our teacher made a seating plan, and even better he put Samson and I across the room from each other *rolls eyes*. 

Well, he's lucky at least, he's sitting next to one of his friends, whereas I sit next to some guy who never even shows up to class. So even if I wanted to have a conversation with someone I couldn't. And then Bella's friends sit behind me, I don't think they know about Bella's and I's previous drama as they've never spoken about me, and I'd like to keep it that way.

I sighed dramatically. Chemistry is my least favourite class and then I have to sit alone? It's so sad.

"Come on, Eden, it's not that bad." Samson chuckled as he pushed my small body closer to my seat.

"It is that bad when you don't even sit next to someone. And then no one even likes you in the whole class." I screwed my face. Samson's face softened.

"hey, not everyone doesn't like you, I like you." He chuckled. I could not even tell you if this boy was joking or not.

"wow." Was all I said, he could definitely tell I wasn't pleased with that answer. But then again, I think he's so oblivious to everything that he doesn't even understand that the only reason people talk to me is so they can literally get in his pants. But you know, I don't really care anymore at this point. I'm used to being pretty much alone, and then having Samson I guess is a positive.

"Eden—"

"just go and sit with—whoever that guy is." I pointed at where he sits, where his deskmate had just sat down.

"I didn't mean it like that—people don't not like you—it's" he stuttered as he spoke. This made me think. Was he only continuing to be my friend because he felt bad that I was literally a loner and no one else would want me, or did he not know what to say, or that he knows people don't really like me, but chose to ignore it. I guess I'll never know.

I signalled for him to walk away. And he obeyed. For him, when he says my full name, that's when I shut up, and for me, I signal for him to stop or go away, and that's when he listens.

To be honest, as I said, I wasn't that bothered about being alone. Even though I hate chemistry, I'm pretty much a pro at it. So I didn't even need a partner.

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20 minutes later;

"Okay class, now we've covered this topic on atoms, I'd like you to do a presentation with your partner on it and make a model for any atom of your choice, and in two weeks, we'll be presenting it to the class, got it?" My teacher smiled, but it was so obviously fake. I groaned.

"can this go any better? I have to do this whole thing alone!" I whined quietly, not having expected anyone to hear me, but it seemed like someone did. And I wish they didn't.

"Hey, teach', it seems like Eden doesn't have a partner, and I don't have one either, how about we partner up?" I could feel the evil smirk all over his face. I didn't even need to see his face to know.

"Sure thing, but you better help her, Reynolds." The teacher said.

I want to literally die.

I want to cry.

This can't happen.

I lied so hard when I told Samson I was over it. I'm not over it. I don't want to be over it. I don't wanna see his face, see him, see what I have that reminds me of him. But I guess I have to suck it all and pretend I didn't nearly die that night.

"u-uhm, I'd rather work alone, thanks." I smiled at my teacher, grabbed my books, and was ready to leave until he spoke.

"Well, Tyler just offered to help you, Miss Williams, so I'd rather you not work alone and do as assigned, thanks." He smiled again. I knew he was fake smiling. There was no need for him to mock me though, geez. Who would be happy to say that sentence?

Oh no.

I could feel my eyes tensing up, I was about to cry. No. no. Eden Rose Williams, you are not about to cry. You literally spoke to him earlier. Why now, why, omg—

"Hey, you okay, baby—" someone spoke and touched my shoulder. All that was in my head was Tyler, I didn't dare to turn around, even though I'm sure it was Samson. But instead, I ran. And as soon as my feet left the classroom tears rolled down my cheeks.

What is my problem?

I haven't cried since—I can't even remember, I guess when what happened with Tyler happened. And that was ages ago. I really thought I was over it, over him. But I guess I'll never be.

I stopped running when I got to the girls' toilets. I ran into a stall and locked it. I cried. I actually cried. I'm not letting him, nor me crying make me depressed. I mean, it's clear to see that I'm not happy, but I don't want this to happen all over again.

Okay.

I made a plan in my head.

I'm going to tell Tyler that I'll do everything and that he doesn't even have to touch the paper, then the day the project is due, I'll tell him not to come into school, or skip the class like he usually does, then I'll present the project to the class and then I'll put Tyler's name on it and say that he did loads even though he did nothing.

I took out my handheld mirror from my pocket and looked at myself. My eyelashes had now drooped, my eyes red and big. Dang. I still looked okay. No one even looks at me, so I doubt anyone will notice. I smiled at myself and sucked it up. You can do this Eden.

Just like I knew what Tyler said, it wasn't that deep.

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Samson's Pov –

"Hey, you okay, baby—" I whispered as I tapped her shoulder, she looked like she was about to cry. I don't know what was going on as I was talking to my friends, but it was odd. Eden never cries. The last time she cried—that I'm aware of—was when the situation with Tyler happened, but that was ages ago. (and I still know she's not over that.)

Before I could even finish the word "baby", she flinched—then dashed out the room like Usain bolt. I was taken aback.

What the hell did I just miss?

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okay, I know this chapter was short and it seems so depressing, but I promise it gets better in the next few chapters haha.

ceecee xox