Only in 6th grade

It was just a mistake.

A/N sorry for the short chapter! I hope you like it!

The bell rang and I speed off for music. I sighed as I pushed my way down the stairs. I hated music. With a passion. Music was the one and only class I had with Sam. I groaned mentally at having too sit through a class with him.

When I arrived at class, I was late so everyone was already there. I quickly snuck into my plastic seat. "Mm, yes, well today class, we will be working on slow dancing, it's a very important skill." Mr. Greely, our music teacher said. Everyone groaned. Mr. Greely began rattling off names, partnering girls and boys together. I began to get nervous, who would I dance with. There were only a few people left when my name was called "and Hallie, you will be with, um, Sam!" Mr. Greely said happily. My heart sunk. I wanted to kill our music teacher. I turned to face a evil Sam sending me wicked smiles. I groaned and me and sam wales to our part of the room in the corner of the room as mr. Greely continued down the list of names. "Ugh, I can't believe I'm stuck with you." I complained when we reached the corner, Sam smiled. "This should be fun, I'll be able to bother you some more." Sam said brightly, his blue eyes widening. I rolled my eyes. "Fabulous." I murmured sarcastically.

Mr. Greely began giving instructions. First was to turn and face our partner, "the boy puts his left hand on the girls lower back." Mr. Greely said. Sam did. It was odd, his long, pale fingers around my back were..... Well, weird. It wasn't... Uncomfortable because well, his hand seemed like it was made to fit there, like a puzzle piece solved. I shook my head at the horrid thought. "Now both partners step closer to each other and hold their right hands together about shoulder hight. I'll be coming around to check your positions." The teacher said. I took a deep breathe, my eyes averting sam's face, we joined hands and stepped closer, our bodies an inch apart. I hoped Sam didn't notice how badly my hand was sweating. I could feel his body heat rolling off his skin, his warm breath on my forehead. Sam was a few inches taller than me. As mr. Greely began walking around, things became uncomfortably silent. Finally, I looked up at SAMs face. His clear blue eyes had been staring at my face. "You know I hate your guts." I told him. He smiled "almost as much as I hate yours." He replied. I gave him a sarcastic smile. "Your short." He commented. I rolled my eyes "nooo, your just a tall bastard who is too busy looking at himself to notice anyone else." I told him. He frowned "ya, suuuure." He said sarcastically. With a roll of my eyes, I looked away. Arrogant. That's what he is. Finally, mr. Greeley reached us. "Oh, come on, Sam doesn't bite, step closer!" He said, nodding towards me. I scowled and took a baby step forward, our bodies now half an inch apart. I could feel SAMs body tense. Mr. Greely let out a dramatic sigh, reached behind me with one arm, Sam with the other, and pushed us together, our bodies now pressed together. It was so awkward. Mr. Greely smiled and walked too the next group. I scowled. "I hate being in the same room, let alone our bodies pressed together." I mumbled, looking up at his face. He seemed thoughtful. Finally, he said "ya know, it's weird how our bodies fit together, like a puzzle." He said. I gulped, that's exactly what I had thought. "Mmm, weird." I mumbled, suddenly my mind flashed to the story Sophie had told me at lunch. 'He likes you...' Her voice echoed in my head. I shook it out. He most certainly did not.

An hour later, or at least that what it felt like too me, mr. Greely began showing us the steps to dancing. After showing us. He made us do it. Sighing we began. Slowly we moved, dipping, and twirling. My heart was racing, though I wasn't sure why, probably how nervous I was that Sam kept staring at me. Dos I have something on my face. Finally, the music stopped and we were told we could stop. But Sam did not, he gave me an extra twirl, sending me the opposite way and towards a wall. Then we stopped. But Sam did not let go of my hand like I had wanted. Instead, he took a step towards me, I took a step back, my back was against the wall. The rest off the class was two busy talking and moving around the room to notice us. Sam took another step. "Move it, loser." I told him. Just as our faces were an inch away. I moved out of his grip and slipped away. That was so awkward. Sam was probably trying to step on my foot. But missed thanks to me. I smirked. It was just a mistake.

Wow, that chapter was H-h-hard! I hope you like it! Vote and comment! Sorry for it being so short!