My Colors are you

Chapter 17

"Rory?" the voice muffled through the door, "It's Sam."

Rory was sitting down on the couch, tapping at her tablet to finish up some assignment she had to turn in. She had only been home for so long that she was surprised Sam showed up. Instead of getting up from the couch, she checked on the time. It was late. The only reason Sam would even appear was that he knew what had happened.

Rory opened the door, wanting this conversation to end quickly. Sam, however, looked at her with concern.

"I'm sorry," he blurted out before anything else. "I'm sorry they put you into this mess. Harley is my friend. He will always be my friend. But about what happened, I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize," Rory whispered.

"I do," Sam sighed. "For some reason, Harley won't even fill me in with all the details. It's a messy situation, him and Abigail."

That caught Rory's attention.

"He didn't tell you?"

"He said you were angry. That you found out about Abigail. Knowing her, I could put two and two together."

Rory shut her eyes. Her head hadn't stopped throbbing since earlier. "Do you want to come in?"

"If that's alright."

A weak grin formed on Rory's lips. She stepped aside to let Sam in. She had to understand that even though Sam and Harley were close friends; they were separate. Harley may have done her bad, but Sam wasn't him.

"You can sit down on the couch if you'd like," Rory offered.

Sam didn't seem to hesitate. He plopped himself down on the couch as if he weren't taking any chances that she'd change her mind. From there, Rory told him exactly what happened, and from the beginning.

Half an hour had passed when Rory finished venting to Sam. She only expected to tell her about Harley, but ended up including Maggie. Maybe it was the way Sam listened closely that Rory also told him about how hard it was for her to return after taking a year off. Sam said nothing until she was done talking. It felt nice to have someone listen as intently as he did. He truly cared.

"I see," he muttered into his hands. "I'm sorry."

They both sat on the couch. Rory sat with her legs crossed and leaned back against the armrest. Her throat was even more tired from all the talking.

"It's alright," Rory replied. She gazed up at her ceiling, "I blame myself a bit. He wanted nothing to do with me in the beginning. I should have buzzed off then."

"It just makes little sense to me," Sam said. "Abigail had always tried to do anything to get closer to Harley since last year. She's been obsessed with him since orientation. Harley has never even spared her a second glance."

"Maybe it's like Abigail said. He was too nervous to tell her his feelings."

"Harley doesn't get nervous. I think Abigail overestimated herself. I think she feels threatened by you and is trying to scare you off. Harley always said he had no interest in dating. That didn't stop a bunch of girls from having their hearts broken. You should have seen the way they pestered him the first few weeks of school. He eventually made himself the bad guy to scare most of them off. That's why he's always alone. He has no desire for relationships because he feels they're not genuine. You're the first person who has ever come close to earning his interest. Abigail hates that."

Rory huffed. Even if it was true, it still hurt to know Harley never warned her.

"And deep down," Sam continued, "I think you know that too."