𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁 | 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

☆ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 10

     

               THE SECOND interaction Sam had with that weird guy in the music room, was two weeks later when she had needed time to cry again or be alone but this time she was in the woods deep where anyone barely ever came.

The weather was nice and Sam was sitting on the one and only picnic table with her guitar in her hands but no motivation in her body whatsoever. Her back was pressed to the table, legs crossed and strands of her brown curly hair falling down her eyes seeing as the low ponytail didn't capture all of her hair. She was wearing a yellow sweatshirt with denim shorts and black converse. She decided that even if it was a bit chilly, the upcoming summer warmth was near and she didn't have to wear long jeans. To her luck, it was exactly like she had hoped the weather would be. Warm with chilly wind.

It was the first week of April and the spring air felt more like summer air.

As Sam sighed for the hundredth time, closing her eyes and moving her fingers over the strings of her guitar, the bracelets she was wearing jiggling upon the movements.

Sam was aware that she had been sitting on that picnic table for four hours now. She went to the woods somewhere past one pm and currently it was five pm seeing as that was what the watch on her wrist told her. The second school had ended, Sam found herself mindlessly walking towards the back of the school, past the football field and into the woods. Before she knew it, she was already too deep in the woods to bother returning just yet.

Steve had asked her to come over after school but she told him she didn't feel so good and that she wanted to rest. Steve was understanding, of course he was. He told her to go home, pour some of her favourite tea and rest as much as she could. He was a sweet boyfriend even though he was dumb sometimes but Sam was truly glad to have him nevertheless. Other than him, Jonathan and Nancy began to notice Sam's change in mood but she had no heart or energy to explain herself and since they weren't pushy, they would wait until she was ready, she knew that.

"Would you look at that?" A male voice said from behind Sam, making her jump a bit. "Isn't that the nameless girl with the cool guitar?"

Sam turned around on the bench to look behind herself only to find the boy from a week ago.

He was leaning against the nearest tree to the picnic table with his hands and legs crossed. His extremely curly bangs fell to his eyes a bit and the rest of his long hair was tucked behind his shoulders. Today he was wearing black ripped jeans with a simple oversized and long sleeved black t-shirt. Of course he was wearing the chains on his jeans, the many cool rings and the necklace on him, only this time, he wore much more bracelets than a week ago.

Sam was aware that she took a bit too long to observe his body and cool outfit when said boy pushed himself off of the tree and made his way towards the picnic table.

"Alone again, I see." He noted, swinging his legs over the bench on the other side of where Sam sat. "Don't you have like- dunno, twelve friends or something? Why do I keep seeing you alone, man?" As he talked, he prepped his hands on top of the table to let them lie there loosely and fixed his position so that he was sitting directly in front of Sam.

"Do I always have to be with them?" Sam asked, keeping her voice calm and unbothered, deciding not to tell him that more than half of her friends were children.

The boy shrugged and placed a metal-looking bag on top of the table. Sam hadn't noticed it before but then again, it wasn't like she was focusing on what was he holding. She could admit that she was more focused on his body, face and metal-head style.

"Dunno, man," the boy said. "I'm the freak of Hawkins, don't ask me." He laughed and it went straight to Sam's heart like an arrow in a glass tank full of water.