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【 encino hills, 2018 】
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━━ Sam, in all honesty, had not expected Stevie to take her up on the offer to work on the project at her house. She remembered her time in elementary and middle school before she was considered pretty and popular. When she didn't have the option of working with Aisha, a lot of her assigned partners had a tendency to disregard her, causing her to do most of the work.
Freshman year had been difficult. Spring semester, in particular. Every little thing that could set the other off, did. So much so that the last fight they had gotten into before summer break had left them not talking for most of it. Part of it had been due to Aisha not responding to her texts while at the Robinson condo in Destin for half of it.
By the time she came back, Yasmine and Moon had come along. Sam felt like she was walking on eggshells around them half of the time, but for the time being, she preferred that over the constant fights that were beginning to occur with Aisha.
Things had been painfully awkward between them since Sam had returned the favor of not returning her texts. But the longer she ignored her, the worse she felt. She missed her. She felt shitty about the way Yasmine and Moon talk about her.
She tried to defend her when she heard their insults. She wished that she had done more.
However, now that Sam was now considered a social pariah, she had begun regressing into that childish mindset again. It stung that she didn't have Aisha to share this with, but in truth, she couldn't really blame her.
Sam had been sitting, cross legged in her bed, to get started on the biology project. However, before she could even finish writing her name, the sound of a roaring engine had stopped in front of her house. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she looked over: she knew it wasn't her parents since they were supposed to be having another late night at the dealership and her brother was ... somewhere that wasn't the house.
Sam took quick steps down the staircase as she inched towards the door. With the constant slutshaming and ridicule she had been receiving, she was on edge. Moreso than she used to be at the very least. She curled her hand into a fist before she slowly cracked open the door.
Rather than seeing people egg her car while calling her a whore or Blow Pops being taped to her door, Stevie Novak was at her door. A small, sleek motorcycle she recognized from her father's car lot was parked in the street.
In Sam's head, she knew why Stevie was there, but she was struggling to connect that to her actions. She just stared at her with wide eyes while Stevie stared back with pursed lips. While she certainly wasn't donning any kindness on her face, Stevie didn't look quite so cold and bitter either.
