Can You Save Me? { Sam Pottorff }

Chapter 72 ~ how dare you...

James' P.O.V.

"I'll see you after, okay?" She says with a smile as she backs away from me. I want to smile back, but I don't feel like forcing myself to. "Hey, what's wrong?" She catches on to something because I didn't say anything back. "James, what is it? You can tell me anything.."

"I'm just tired." I am tired, but I don't think that's all and I won't tell her that. "Don't worry."

"James.." She crosses her arms and steps closer. Her lips are pressed together as she shakes her head. "You haven't really talked to me.. Did I do something?"

"No." I cover my face. I been scared of her asking me that and I really don't know why. She didn't do anything. I just haven't wanted to think of the weekends events. The last time I saw her, wasn't good. Now she looks happy and okay. I don't get how she does it. "I just haven't been myself lately."

"I'm sorry, James. I know that i-"

I interrupt her. "You should get to class." She looks hurt, but also mad that I would use class as a way out of us talking. "You're going to be late."

"So? I'm talking to my best friend." She steps closer, but I back away. "Please, James.. I ju-"

"Jazmin, please. Not now. Maybe later, but now you should get to class, okay?" I hug her, more tightly than was probably necessary and part away. She looks more hurt, but now she seems somewhat relaxed and okay with what I said. She nods and turns on her heal to walk into her class. I turn around a lot slower and try to take a step, but can't.

"James.." She calls me from a few yards away. I turn around to see her looking straight at me. "I love you."

"I love you, Jazmin." I say back to her and she smiles as she walks into the class and I feel good enough to walk to my own.

I walk in a few seconds after the bell rings, but doesn't seem like a problem since there is a substitute standing in front of the class trying to get everyone's attention. Poor guy, having to deal with a whole bunch of idiotic and obnoxious seniors.

I don't have much to say to any of the people around me. I haven't had much to say at all. I don't want to be here, but I have no where else to go. I'm so sick and tired of everything and I don't know why. My friends are going through hell, and I wish there was a way to end it.

The day seems to be going stupidly slow and it's killing me. I'm so tired and just want to be home- Actually no, I just rather be anywhere but here.

"James, can you come up and answer this?"

I thought I had participated enough to get through this class without getting called on. I look at the problem and back at my teacher a few more times then get on my feet. I take the marker from her and scribble down a few numbers and hand it back.

"I don't understand how you can do it that quickly and get it correct." She says once I step away. I stand on the other side of the white board and shrug. I can hear the snickers going around because of her comment. "This is actually right.. I know only one other person that can do this.." She looks surprised or even more so shocked.

"I bet he got the answer from Camila." I hear somebody say, referring to the smart girl that sits next to me. "God knows he didnt answer that himself."

"Okay?" I begin to walk back to my seat but my teacher stops me. "Wait, what?"

"How'd you do this?" She repeats her question more clearly.

"Um.. in my head?" I didn't think today could get any more tiring, and it's still like it barely started.

"That doesn't seem very plausible, now does it?" She crosses her arms over her chest. I don't know why she enjoys putting people on the spot, especially when they're not in the mood. It's like she senses it and treats you so much worse than needed. "What did you do? Use your phone? Sneak a peek at Camila's work or what? I don't condone liars in my class." She says making everyone start laughing. She allows it, looking proud of what she just said.