𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 - 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵

07

"I'm not going to that stupid fucking party!" I yell, just trying to make my point understood as I wipe my hands across my face.

"What crawled up your ass this morning?" Simon huffs, losing his smile at my words.

"Nothing! Okay?" I shove my hands into my hoodie pocket and rush off into the crowded hallway.

Kate jogs up next to me. "Is it Sam?" She asks quietly, her eyes big with wonder.

I slightly nod but my lips turn downwards into a frown. A total giveaway.

"Go to the party. Show her what she's missing!" Kate encourages with a smirk.

The events of yesterday come flooding back to me. Sam agreeing with Kennedy. Me ending up in the wooded clearing. I've heard people talk about me behind my back, I know what they say. But I thought Sam was different. And as much as I try to not let their words hurt me, I was like a broken vase. One more crack, one more word, and I would shatter.

Sam searched everywhere for her once Kennedy left. Part of her was hoping that she would forgive her, but deep down she knew the right answer. When Sam arrived back home she went into her room and sobbed into her pillow, the tears falling like hot wax. Burning her skin and staining her pillow.

Before I know it, my eyes are red and my throat is raspy. I sprint into the closest empty room, pushing tears away from my eyes and willing myself not to cry. I soon realize it's the library. It smells like Sam's car. I shake the thought and slip onto a beanbag in the corner farthest from the door, hoping no one will come in here. I grab a book from a nearby shelf and flip it over, not caring enough to read it. I slide my Walkman from my jeans pocket and flip it on, sliding the headphones over my ears at the same time. I rummage through my backpack and pull out my drum sticks, wanting nothing but to just forget about yesterday.

SAM

She instantly spots Deena running away from Kate and into the library. Kennedy hasn't shut up in about 5 minutes and all Sam wants to do is chase after Deena. "I have to pee." she lies effortlessly, rushing off down the corner.

She steps into the library and is hit with the sound of tapping. Sam follows, positive it's Deena. And she was right. Her eyes are closed and she has her jaw locked, very obviously deep in thought. A moment passes where Sam wishes Deena was thinking about her. But no, that's weird. Friends don't think about friends. Like that. Deena continues hitting a library book with her sticks, completely unaware of Sam. 

She quietly sits down next to the brunette, slightly nervous to talk to her since what happened. She takes a deep breath and taps the girl's shoulder anyway.

Deena loses her grip on the sticks and they go flying as she opens her eyes. It takes her a second to catch her breath as Sam doubles down in laughter.

"Holy- holy shit! You looked like you saw a demon!" Sam laughs, wrapping her arms around her rib cage.

"Holy shit! What are you doing, Sam?" Deena asks in a serious tone, resting her headphones around her neck in an effortlessly cool way.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I came here to apologize. After, um, yesterday." Sam says weakly, avoiding the other girl's eye contact.

"How'd you find me?" Deena asks, moving her knees up to her chin and resting her arms there.

"I followed the trail of band t - shirts." Sam says playfully.

She gives a faint smile. "Do you actually, uh, think that? About me?" Deena asks as she bites her lip, waiting for a response.

"No! No, of course not. You don't even like-" Sam trails off, clearly embarrassed.

"About that." She says after a second. "I do like girls. Only girls. Everyone knows. But, um, obviously they don't.."

"Oh."

"Yeah. It's fine if you wanna like, ask to switch partners for history or something."

"What? It's not like you have a disease! I don't care!" Sam states passionately.

But Sam did care, only for a completely different reason.