The Boy in the Hall

Chapter 9

*** Again, if the chapters are not in order it's not my fault***

Samara's P.O.V

"I can't live with you Ty," I says still crying into his shoulder. Damn my face hurts like hell. My lips feel like I kissed a swarm of angry bees and my cheek is so hot it feels like fire.

"Why not?" He asks.

"Because I barely know you. What if your a serial killer? What if I'm a serial killer?" I ask and my crying has come to an abrupt stop because it hurts my face too much.

"I know who you are, and you know who I am, my mom loves you, and your family hates you, it's perfect,"he explains.

"No," I answer "I can't do that to you, and you don't know everything about me."I say

'He doesn't know you only have and ugly side.'

"Fine, but if it gets worse, you come live with me, okay?" He asks and I nod slowly not wanting to talk anymore because of my face and because of the way he's holding me. His arm is around my neck holding my one hand and our legs are looped together. My head is on his shoulder.

He continues to talk "Jillian is having a party, and has invited me to come, do you want to come with me?" He asks sweetly.

"Not really" I say taking a deep breath, and lifting my head off his shoulder. I immediately look deep into his eyes. They are filled with pain. They are no longer ocean blue, but now have changed to a pale grey. "But, I will if my face heals in time, when is it?" I ask just to make him happy.

"Friday," he answer happily.

"It's a possible date," I say back.

"Are you going to go to class?"

"No, I'm going to go home, nobody is there so I can avoid all awkwardness."

"Practise our scene tomorrow then?"

"Sure," I say getting out of his arms and he stands up and helps me up. "Bye" I say and he kisses me quickly on my hand, and runs to class because he's really late. I walk home.

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Ty's P.O.V

The rest of the week could not have dragged on more slowly. Everyday Samara, and I practise our Shakespeare scene, and everyday my headaches get worse. Samara's face gets better though. By the time Friday rolls around she looks just as beautiful as she did before, but with a little scar under her left eye. We are dating now, and yes Jillian is pissed at me, and Samara too, but I am still going to her party.

"Just promise you will come home if your headaches get worse" asks my mom, very concerned.

"Yes, I promise" I say as I kiss her on the cheek.

I hop into the car and minutes later arrive at Samara's house. It's just after nine thirty. I go up and ring the door bell. Georgia answers the door.

"What do you want?" She asks rudely standing in the doorway wearing her cheerleader outfit.

"Is Samara home?" I ask nicely and see Samara run down the stairs. She grabs her coat and brushes past her sister. "Is she coming to the party?" I ask.

"I hope not, but she probably will, Jillian is on the squad" she says as she grabs my hand and we walk to the car, and I open her door for her "my lady" I say, and do a little bow for her.

"Such a gentleman," she says cutely and curtsies lifting the bottom of her black long sleeve shirt and I chuckle.

"Seat belts" I say, starting the engine and, we drive to the party.