Broken Strings (GxG)

Chapter 19

Sam

Another boring Monday has passed, with all the boring lectures and irritating professors. But you wanna know who's more irritating? Mrs Clark, she's been eyeing me this whole morning.

Whenever she's explaining something she'll glare at me, whenever she's talking to someone, she's glaring at me. Like what did I do to her? Kill her parents?

My prayers were heard and class was finally over, but my happiness was cut short when she called me. I hurried and gathered my stuff ignoring her and pretending I didn't hear her call my name.

"Ms Falcon?" She called again, I grunted and looked at her. She was leaning against her desk, legs crossed, arms folded.

"Yes Mrs Clark?" I said in defeat, will she ever stop asking to see me after class? She grabbed something from her desk and walked to me since I refused to go to her.

"You never answered my question?" She asked but I decided to play dumb.

"What question exactly?"

"Oh don't act stupid Samantha, you know exactly what I'm talking about" I hate when people call me Samantha, it sounds so horrible.

"No I don't, and it's Sam" she smirked at my frustrated behavior and showed me the piece of paper between her fingers, she pushed it my way asking me to take it. I didn't.

"Don't be so stubborn, Sam. Call your mother, she misses you" my heart dropped to the lowest pits of my stomach, when I didn't move she grabbed my wrist and put the paper in my palm.

"I only know two women in my life who deserve to be called that..." I threw the paper back at her, I hated how sensitive I was to this, I tried not to be, I tried to move on but I end up remembering eventually.

"..Lilith and Vivienne. No other woman will ever be good enough to replace them, Catherine" I wiped my tears and stormed out of the classroom, my eyes were a little blurry and I could barely see where I was going.

"Sam?" Chucky waved at me but I pushed past her and out of the building, I didn't need to talk to anybody in the moment. I just wanted to go home, I don't even think I'll attend class this afternoon either, that creep Howard will just make it worse.

I got in my car and drove away from campus. I could hear my phone ringing but didn't bother to pick it up since I knew it'll be Henry calling to ask where I was and if he should wait for me to order lunch. I walked inside the building and straight to the elevator that takes to my apartment, I hate how people can be so inconsiderate and hurtful, why would she ask me about that woman? That hag who left me and my dad to poverty, who left us in a heartbeat, without a second thought. Why would she bring her up? Why now?

I threw everything on the couch, and went upstairs to my room. I didn't bother to change and just tucked myself back into my bed. Then all sorts of thoughts started to appear in my head. Did she really want to see me? Why now? Why after all these years? Why come look for me when I'm trying to move on from my past and start a new life?

And as always, I ended up crying myself to sleep for something so unworthy of my tears. Something so stupid yet I couldn't help but care.

The annoying sound of my doorbell woke me up from my very deep and comfortable sleep, that idiot Henry must've forgotten his keys again. I got off the bed and went to open the door, this idiot didn't stop ringing the bell.

"Jesus Christ! I'm coming!" I yelled and yanked the door open about to scold Henry for waking me up and for forgetting his keys, but to my surprise it was the person I least expected.

"Hey" she said holding on to her plastic bag like she always does, without saying a word I stepped out of the way and she walked in. She took off her shoes and went to the living room. Before she sat down she handed me the bag.

"Is it Friday already? Did I sleep for 3-4 business days?" I asked jokingly,

"Ehm no, still Tuesday." She answered in all seriousness, she didn't seem to understand that I was being sarcastic and was indirectly asking her why she was here.

"No I meant it's not our meeting day yet"

"Oh...sorry." She wiped her palms on her sweats and stood up to leave but I moved to stand in front of her.

"I didn't ask you to leave Lola, I was just wondering why you were here." I asked softly while trying to figure out why she'd show up at my doorstep when we didn't have to meet up, her blank face didn't give me any information, I couldn't read it, so I had no idea how she was feeling right now.

"I think.....I'm gonna to be busy on Friday as well. So I thought maybe..." She cleared her throat so I can hear her better.

"I thought maybe we could do Tuesdays but when I'm not busy we do Fridays" she said in the most unconvincing way possible, I raised my. eyebrows amused at her but she didn't move, she just kept staring at my face.

"And that's it? That's why you came?" I asked her,

"Yeah? What else would I be here for?" She answered sounding a little bit defensive, she brushed past me and made her way to the door.

"You're leaving?" I thought she wanted to work on the project but she's already leaving?

"I'm gonna go get the supplies from my car" she shut the door behind her and I sighed, what is wrong with her? She's acting so weird, I don't like it, it almost feels like she's planning a murder. Silence before the storm vibes. She's way too calm.

I took the bag she brought with her to the kitchen and looked through it, this time she bought me two different salted caramel drinks, one was mixed with coffee and one with milk.

Then the mini lemon cakes that I've missed, I took one from the container and ate it in one bite. Sweet and sour...I sipped from the drink that had milk in it and put the one with coffee in the fridge so I drink it tomorrow morning before class.

When I heard the door open I walked back in the living room with the drink in my hand, Lola looked at the drink then her eyes looked up to scan my face, I don't know what she was looking for but with that brief smile she gave I think she found it.

"Should we start?" She asked, I put my drink on the table and went to get the white sheets.

"I'm done with sketching the lower part, now I'm gonna work on the neck, shoulders and arms" she explained when I sat down on the chair, when I didn't answer she looked up from the paper.

"I mean, if you're comfortable with that" I looked down at the silk sheets, they were all over my lap. This means I have to take my top off? One wrong move and she could see my boobs. That's would be embarrassing.

"I just don't know what to do? Or how to sit in a way where ehm" I was trying to find a word that'll explain my concern, she stood up and made her way to me. She took the sheets from my hands and put them in a way where they hid one half on my torso, she then pulled my knee up to my chest and it hid the other half.

"It'll work, I won't see anything from where I'm sitting, and at any point if you feel uncomfortable, tell me, and we'll stop" she reassured, I nodded and looked away from her intense stares. She turned away from me and I took that as green light to take off my crop top, I wasn't wearing a bra anyway so I didn't have to struggle to unclasp it.

I fixed my sitting position just like she showed me, making sure to hide my left side with the white sheets and the right side with my knee.

Why was I feeling so embarrassed by this? Why was I acting all shy suddenly?

"I'm...ready"