Fake Sam

6. Sam:Let's just act like nothing ever happened

6. Sam: Let's just act like nothing ever happened

"Ugh, mom. You're taking forever." I check my phone's screen again. I just joined the gym today since I figured the best way to lose weight would be the healthy way. I already eat zero calorie bars since they don't allow me to overeat, plus I follow the Pyramid.

I hear a horn and look up from my screen, and mom waits outside in her SUV.

I push through the doors and open the passenger side door.

"Hey, you come here too? I didn't know you swim too, "Andrew walks up, wearing a black sweat suit and an Adidas duffle bag slung over his shoulder.

I smile, and then answer him. "No, I don't swim. But I work out in the gym."

"Really? I've never seen you here before," he keeps his soft brown eyes on me as I find my answer.

"Well, I just started today. I haven't actually come here before."

"Cool. Well, I have to get in there for practice. Maybe I'll see you around." He smiles and walks in the entrance.

"Bye." I say, twirling my hair in hope that he likes me.

I hop into the car and pull down the visor to see the mirror. Oh. My. Gosh.

I tug my hair out of the ratty ponytail that was just barely holding itself in. My fingers run through the strands of bleachy blonde and I try to get the flyaways to go down, of course they don't move anywhere but further out from my head.

Of course he would want to get to practice so fast, I was a wreck. My makeup is in blotches on my face and there is a sweat line along my forehead. Not to mention my messy hair and the wetness in it as well. That's probably why thought I was a swimmer, I look as if a swim cap was just pulled off my head and had water constantly slipping across my face as I slowly pulled my way through my first lap.

And, that's obviously not what happened, because if I were to swim competetively, I don't think I would be as bad as I naturally imagine it. I would probably be an average swimmer.

Maybe I should join the swim team.... Andrew is on it...

Mom pulls into our driveway, "Make sure you wash up before coming down for supper. But don't take too long, everybody is waiting."

"Okay, I'll try to hurry." I swing my legs out of the car and go inside, up the stairs.

On my way up, Keagan stops in front of me and plugs his nose, "ew! Why do you smell?"

"I don't smell!" I grasp the crew to my shirt and sniff it. "And, I just worked out for your information."

He points down the steps, still holding his other hand to his face. "You know, supper's that way, right?"

I nod, "I know, I;m coming down in a bit. I just have to clean up real fast."

He watches me pass him and then rushes down the steps, I can even hear him practically fall into his dinner seat."

I continue my walk up the stairs, then follow down the dark hallway to my room at the very end. I flick on the lights and scan my surroundings.

Everything--

Everything is--

I step in and first trip on my charger plugged into the wall, by the door. When I straighten myself, I step in the middle of the hugest mess of my room.

"Keagan!!" I yell as loud as I can. When he doesn't come, it only raises my suspicions. All around my room, everything is disorderly. Every shirt was torn from my closet and laid atop bed, hanger still in them. My shoes are scattered across the floor. My nail polish is all tipped over, off the window sill. And all of makeup and sprays are knocked off my dresser's top plus the bottom drawers remain open with my jeans hanging over the edge, but I did that this morning when I was finding jeans for Anna.