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chapter 5

We texted the whole class period. It was weird. Not an awkward weird, but the kind of weird you want to keep. The kind of weird that makes you say to yourself, 'is this really happening?' I kept smiling to myself every time his number popped up on my phone. This boy, whom I hardly know, has done something to me. I didn't even think about my dad, or the fact that I'm up to  my neck in college applications. I don't know what it is about him, but he makes me numb. The good kind. The relaxing kind. I don't understand.

Me: hi.

Jack: heeeey.

Me: wyd?

Jack: sitting next to this beautiful girl.

Me: and who's that?

Jack: I think her name is Blake.

Me: Well lucky her.

Jack: more like lucky me.

I stopped and smiled so big, I was afraid that he could see me. Gag me with a spoon though. What exactly was he doing? Was he flirting with me? I've only encountered flirting one time, and that was in 6th grade when this boy asked me if I wanted to see his comic book collection. It didn't work out.

After class, Jack and I took our separate ways and he told me he would meet up with me for lunch. When he started walking away, I turned around and saw Sam walking my way with a confused look on his tanned face. I smiled at him, and waved.

"Who was that?" Sam asked me.

"Jack." I replied. Short to the point. Just the way I do it.

"Who's Jack?"

"Someone."

"Is he new?"

"I don't know actually." I said turning back at Jack who had finally turned the corner.

"Let's go to history faggot."

We linked arms, and we walked to Mr. Hanson's AP history class. I dread history. I walked into the classroom and took my seat in the front. I know I dread history, but I need to pass this class. Sam took his seat behind me, and the class started.

After hel- I mean history, Sam and I walked to the cafeteria. I'm not going to lie, I was in a bit of a rush. I had these weird feelings in my stomach. My chest was tightening up, and my breaths were growing shorter with every step closer to the cafeteria. Was I nervous?

When Sam took his usual seat next to Samantha, they immediately started picking on each other. Let me just make this clear that they didn't get along the best. Although we were closer than ever, they still argued like an old married couple. It annoyed me sometimes, but I got used to it. Samantha looked at me and smiled.

"Hey love." She said to me.

"Hey." I replied with a short smile.

I barely even looked at her because I was scanning the room for that dark haired boy that makes me feel like I'm falling off a cliff. I kept looking until my eyes met with his. He smiled, and I shook my arm, telling him to come over here. He listened and trotted over, sitting down next to me.

"Hey." He said to me.

"Hey." I smiled back.

I looked back at Sam and Samantha. They looked confused. I finally got that they wanted me to introduce Jack. Was it weird that I didn't want to though? I wanted him for myself. Oh God Blake. What is happening? I rolled my eyes, and turned to Sam and Samantha.

"Guys, this is Jack."

I then turned to Jack.

"Jack, this is Sam and Samantha."

He smiled at them.

"Hey, nice to meet you guys." Jack said handing his hand out to shake.

I thought to myself. I shook that hand as well. The thought of yesterday flashed in my mind. I smiled, and then got out of my thought when Jack opened a granola bar. He took a bite, and chewed slowly. Jesus Christ. Lord help me.

"Nice to meet you too." Sam said, shaking his hand.

"Nice to meet you." Samantha said, slowly shaking his hand.

A few minutes went by. The air was awkward and thick. Why was Sam, out of all people, so quiet? When Jack finished his bar, he got up to throw it away. When he left, I was ready to be interrogated.

"Who the hell is that, and where can I get one?" Samantha said out loud.

I smiled at her, blushing.

"He's really sweet guys. Be nice. Please." I begged them.

"What are we? Rude?" Sam asked me.

I gave him a look, and he nodded. I turned around and saw Jack on his way back to the table.

I turned back when I felt his presence sit down.