Don't Let Me Fall

Chapter 14: Kidding

Chapter 14.

"The more you dream, the farther you go."-Michael Phelps

"Are you ever going to ask me to prom?" I looked up at an eager Sam.

"Isn't it a little early to be worrying about that?" I questioned.

"I have to get a dress. Do you know how long it takes to find the right dress? So is this an invitation or what?"

I didn't reply, and I could feel Sam's stare burning into the side of my face. I tried to ignore it, but then eventually turned to face her.

"I kind of was thinking about skipping it."

Her jaw dropped as if I had just said the worst thing possible.

"You're kidding right?" Sam said, still looking shocked.

"No."

Her jaw dropped unexpectedly, her gum falling onto her desk.

"Why wouldn't you go to prom? Your senior prom?"

"I don't dance, ok?"

She slouched back in her desk then crossed her arms. Her eyes were set forward, burning into the back of Ms. Cooper's head.

"I've had guys lined up since November, and I've turned down every one of them because I thought I already had a guaranteed date."

I laughed then stood up to hand my paper into Ms. Cooper. Sam grabbed her bags and began heading for the door, not waiting for me. Great. An angry Sam isn't fun.

"Sam, before you go can I talk to you about your essay in private?" Ms. Cooper asked Sam.

Sam looked up at me, then to Ms. cooper.

"Can you get me a Gatorade? My wallet is in the front pocket." She said, motioning towards her basketball bag, then walking back into her room.

I grabbed her purse and bag so I could search without disturbing her. I dug around in her bag for awhile, not finding her wallet. The pocket was full of old game programs, Gatorade bottles, and Nutri-Grain bar wrappers. I finally found it. When I opened it was full of money. Probably one hundred or more.

I took out her license. I was hoping for a terrible picture, but it was really good. I was about to put it away but then something caught my eye. It said that Sam was four foot, eleven inches. She was going to hear about this.

I grabbed a few dollars of it then began heading for the machine. Purple Gatorade was her favorite. When I came back to her bags she was standing there.

"What was that all about?" I asked her, then handed her the Gatorade.

"Just my essay from finals. She sent it in to some contest and I won." She said, still sounding a little shocked.

"Wow! I had no clue you could write."

"Well someone thought I could apparently."

I picked up her bags, then handed her the wallet. She started to put it in her pocket, but I stopped her.

"Hang on. Can I see that for a second?" She pulled it back out then handed it to me.

I pulled out her wallet.

"Samantha Marie Shoey. If that is your real name!" I said, probably a little to dramatically.

She looked confused.

"Four Eleven, really?"

Her expression changed, then she began to laugh.

"It rounds to five foot." She said, still laughing.

"I can't believe my girlfriend is under five foot." I shook my head.

"Well I can't believe my boyfriend is over six foot." She replied.

I put my elbow on top of her head.

"Seriously, stop doing that. Just because you are a giant doesn't mean you get treat me like your own personal arm rest." She said, slapping my hand arm away.

"You should start picking on people your own size." I said running a finger over my nose.

She nudged me in the ribs.

"And while you're at it you might want to work on your anger problems." I joked with her.

She rolled her eyes.

"So are you going to let me read your essay?"

"No." She quickly replied.

I let out a puff of air, which seemed to catch her attention.

"Why not? I'll let you read mine."

"Ya right. You got a C on yours, I don't want to read it."

I didn't argue with her. It wasn't great by any means. It was about graduation which was a boring topic in many ways. English just wasn't my passion, and I think Ms. Cooper knew that when she graded it.

"How about if you let me read the essay, I will take you to and from school until graduation." I suggested.

"I have a car, I can drive myself."

"But think about all that gas money you will be saving." I encouraged.

She began laughing.

"Do you realize that my parents are rich? I can get as much gas as I want."

I nodded. Sometimes I forget that her parents have money because Sam never acts like they do. She doesn't act spoiled like some people with money do.

"I have an idea." Sam said, a wide grin slowly spreading across her face. A grin that meant trouble.

Author's Note

Boring chapter. Sorry. The next chapter will most definitely not be boring. I am really excited for the next chapter! It should have some humor in it. Leave your feedback on this one! This was just a filler chapter, but please read the next chapter!

-Maddie