𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 - 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵

05

After Deena's 3rd period, the longer bell finally rings, signaling lunch.

Thank god.

As much as it sucks that Kate and Simon have different lunch periods than me, it's honestly not that bad sitting alone. I always snag the far 2 person table in the very back, perched in the corner. No one else seems to notice it, even when it's by far the best table.

I drop my backpack on the floor and slip on my headphones as Creep by Radiohead starts to seep into my ears. I lean back in my crappy blue chair and pull my flannel jacket tighter around my waist.

I stare up at the ceiling, lost in my thoughts. Sam immediately pops into my brain with her warm smile and those blue eyes I could get lost in for days. A smile creeps its way onto my face as the song ends and another one starts to play.

Semi - Charmed Life bleeds through my headphones until I'm jolted upright, the smile wiped from my face. She motions me to take off my headphones and I obey, realizing it's Sam.

I bite back a smile as she takes the seat next to me, thinking about how quickly she saw me in a crowd of people.

"What are you doing? I thought you usually eat with, y'know your friends?" I ask sheepishly.

"Maybe I consider you my friend." Sam laughs. "Anyway, I heard we're partners for a history project?"

"Oh right. You missed the instructions." I say and go over everything we need to do, which includes choosing an event that happened previously, learning about it, then making a poster with all our information.

"Maybe you can come over after school? For the project?" The words jumped out of my mouth and my eyes widened after I realized what I suggested.

But she instantly nods as I let out a nervous sigh.

"Sounds great! Good. Sounds good. I have cheer after school but after that maybe?" She asks with a smile.

"I can wait for you and then drive you back to my house?" I suggest nervously, the thought of Sam being at my house spiking my nerves.

"That works." Sam says at her heart flutters, enticed by the idea of going to Deena's house.

"It's a date." I joke with a nod, grinning up at Sam.

Sam's heart skips a beat hearing Deena call it a date. She quickly shakes it off. It wasn't a date, because Sam didn't like Deena. She didn't even like girls! Play it off, play it off.

"It's a date." Sam repeats, sharing my grin underneath all those butterflies.

Deena secretly chose the biggest event, so she would be able to hang out more with Sam. She was one thing that could easily make Deena's day 10 times better, make living in Shadyside a little less worse. And for right now, Deena was happy.