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Chapter 4

First day was pretty good. Lizzy was sick with a headache but was dying for another party. Me, never again. I'd rather stay in the dorm and study or watch TV than have another boy take me into his home. But I have been seeing Sam around, alone, passing glances while I just stare like the idiot I am. I totally forget about school, friends, depression, and mom when I look or am near him. I don't know what it is but this feeling makes me feel great actually. I should be uncomfortable like usual but there is a total different Cassandra with him. But I still had that bad feeling, something wasn't right about him. I got in the car and drove to the dorm house. I really need to forget the feeling and the thought of him. How close he was, that sparkling color in his see eyes. No, I can't see him again. I have to focus on school and everything around me. Ugh, why did I get into this. I stop at the light and rub my eyes. If life was a book, I would erase a lot of things. Mostly, my regrets. Like how I let mom die.

I park at the right side of the parking lot and rub my temples. Forget, forget, forget, I repeat my head as I walk out. Down the I count the tiles until I bump into someone.

"Hey, I was looking for. You are a slow driver." I look up to Sam smiling at me.

"Ooh, who's the new boyfriend?" Lizzy comes smiling and wiggling her eyebrows.
"He is not my boyfriend. Liz, this Sam. Sam this is Lizzy."

"Nice to meet you." Sam holds out his and she catches quickly and tight.

"You sure are buff." she does her fake flirting laugh and a sudden anger boils inside me. "Do you workout?"

"Something like that. I used to be a football player." She raises her eyebrows.

"Okay, that's it. Let's go Sam." I pull him down the hall.

"What?" Liz gasps.

"See ya." I say shoving the key in the door. and slam it.

"Is something wrong?" concern comes across his face. Omg, he is so cute. He puts his hands in his pockets and cocks his head. Snap out of it.

"Um, no, no everythings fine." I try to fix my desk but all my books fall. I fall to my knees and pick them up quickly.

"Let me help." he carries the books and put the neatly stacked on the desk and fixes the papers.

"Um, thanks. I'm surprised your so neat. Other boys would just leave a mess."

"No problem. My mom always taught me how to be clean until I got used to it."

"Interesting." I nod. I am so dazzled by this boy. I can't explain how I feel with him.

"You should hang out at my house sometime. This weekend maybe."

"Yeah, that'd be great." I put hands in my back pokets. His expression became curious as he walked across the room to the dresser.

"This must be your mom?" He picks up the picturing staring closely.

"Yeah."

"She looks like you. I would like to meet her."

"Well, sometimes I wish the same thing." I blink away the tears.

"Excuse me?"

"She died a few months ago. A terrorist attack in New York twin towers. I went to go visit her, tell her about my recomendation to havard. I got stuck in the elevator and was the last one to leave. They couldn't find her body for a funeral." I take the picture and set ot on the table.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didnt-"

"No it's fine. I feel better little by little. Doesn't hurt as much now-a-days." I cut him off. "Wanna sit?"

"Sure," he takes a seat on my desk chair. "So, could you tell me more about yourself?"

"Where do you want to start?" I take a seat on my bed.

"In New York."

"I used to live in long island. The rest of my family were in Pennsylvania. We didn't get along much because Grandpa preffered mom to marry a doctor he met. But my mom refused and left him and those he had on his side. New york was pretty great and fun. I was in a charter school where I met my ex and he drives me crazy begging for forgiveness. It's really sad." he laughed showing a bright smile. Gorgeous. It's like staring at something so pretty it isn't real.

"What about your childhood?" Sam asked.

"I was always happy and silly. I was always picky when it came to certain vegetables like brocoli. Worst of all, celery. I still hate it the most." I gag, he gives another little.

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"Thanks for having me over." Sam says.

"Thanks for appearing at my door." I smile.

"Your welcome." he says. He is really close now. I can smell his minty breathe. "Goodnight." he says and starts down the hall.