Forgiven (Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

~* Chapter 5 *~

Sam's P.O.V

When they were out of sight I tried to rub the Harry germs off of me.

I'm definitely in 12th grade.

Just the thought of him makes me go crazy, and not in a good way. He thinks he could just try to waltz into my life like nothing happened? No. He can't. I tried my hardest to forget about him, until I came to this school. Although, I feel it is partially my fault for forgetting that he went to this school and lived in Holmes Chapel. I just hope I don't have to run into him again or his.... strange friends.

I mentally groaned again as I was making my way to maths. The bell rang through the hallways where sweaty teenagers were trying to make their way to class. I stopped in front of a door realizing that this wasn't my maths class. This time I actually groaned out loud, and slapped myself in the process.

They really need to assign helpers.

I started to frantically run around realizing I was now ten minutes late to class. I stopped for a moment to catch my breath. As I was looking at the map of the school plastered on the wall, I hear footsteps behind me getting closer and closer.

I turned around to meet a pair of sweet brown eyes. He lightly smiled and said hello. I took a look at him for a second, recognising him. I took a moment to look him over again and realized he was one of Harry's friends.

Shit.

I scrunched my eyebrows up in confusion. "What are you doing here?" This time he looked at bit taken aback, thinking that I knew something which I clearly don't. "Didn't they tell you? I'm here to show you around school, like a helper."

Well then I guess they do assign helpers, although, I wish they picked someone else.

Why did they have to pick him?

"Is there something wrong with me?" He asked. He started to sniff his armpit and I let out a chuckle. "No, no, it's just that, I don't even know your name," I respond, spreading my arms out directing them to him. I was still annoyed at myself for talking about what I was thinking. I really need to start controlling that.

"Oh sorry 'bout that, I'm Liam."

I nod, showing him that I understand. I show him the schedule so he could direct me to my next class. We started to walk next to each other. There was an awkward silence as we were walking.

Liam cleared his throat and started to speak. "So um, do you by chance know Harry?" My body shivered at the sound of his name. I was having a bit of a battle in my head about whether or not I should tell him. I settled on not telling him what happened, but just nodding my head yes.

He probably knew I didn't want to talk about it, and just continued walking. I have this urge to tell him for some reason. I feel like he would understand, but knowing me, I don't always make the best decisions, or assumptions. Before I had a chance to make up my mind, he abruptly stopped in front of a door. Seeing that it was my math class, I quietly thanked him and walked in class.

My teacher didn't seem at all pleased that I walked into class fifteen minutes late, so I thought it was best to keep quiet and head to my seat. About five minutes into class, I was already bored and started to doodle in my notebook.

As I was about to finish my lovely picture of a dragon, I felt a tap on my back. I turn around to see a fiery red head with deep chocolate eyes.

"The teacher has been staring at you, try to pay more attention. She's not exactly the most 'understanding' teacher."

I nodded my head and thanked her for giving me a heads up. I tried to pay attention throughout the rest of the class and, luckily, the teacher didn't look at me again. I started putting my notebook into my bag when I feel the presence of another person. I looked up to see the same fiery red head from earlier. She smiled and held out her hand.

"Sorry for not introducing myself earlier- didn't want to get caught, my name is Jacqueline, but you could call me Jacque."

I hesitantly shook the upbeat, outgoing girl's hand. Sadly, I'm not really use to this much attention. Luckily, she didn't make it awkward one bit.

We talked the whole way to science. Her mom is a marine biologist and her dad is enlisted in the army. She hasn't seen him in over 5 years, except if you count the time they Skyped . She told me that she couldn't stop crying for about two hours. She asked about my family but I just settled with saying that it was just a normal family. But, behind those fake smiles, forced laughs, my mom and I are broken hearted, lost, and confused souls. I always wished that I could mend it backed together, but when I realized I could mend, it could never be the same, like stitches. You may be able to fix the wound, but the memory of it is always there. My dad made me have trust issues, especially guys. Sure, I would go on a few dates here or there, but I would never let my walls down. I keep them up I just settled for not trying. I have my little box, and that's how I want to keep it. It wasn't just my dad's fault. Harry also plays a big role in my trust issues, and he knows it. Or I'll make him know it.

I was happy me and Jacque were in almost all the same classes. She was probably the only real friend I've had since I've been moving. She's very friendly, unlike me who is shy and uninviting. But what can I say? Opposites attract.

We both took a seat at the lab table and took out our scince textbooks. Jacque mentioned that if you make a good impression on the first day you're here, he is surely going to like you. I take extra care into making sure I have everything. Once I'm satisfied I contiue to talk to Jacque.

"Soo," Jacque winked at me, "meet any cute guys yet? There's lots of them here."

I giggled at her choice of topic. It feels good to talk about simple things like this. I haven't done it in ages.

"Well, I did meet a cute guy- but he doesn't go to this school."

Jacque wiggled her eyebrows and I giggled furiously.

"SAM'S GOT A CRUSH!" Jacque screamed out while cracking up afterwards. I became wide eyed and covered her mouth. I looked around to see who heard... who am I kidding? Everyone heard. Some people were confused, while others were surprised that I was back. Well I guess they didn't notice either. People made up this huge rumor on because I moved was because of what Harry did to me and how I couldn't handle the hate... But it was far from that. Some guys were staring me up (insert eye roll), while some girls snickered and whispered. I suddenly felt self conscious, so I turned around.

Throughout the whole entire science, I was continually blushing and fidgeting with my cardigan. I could feel the stares burning into my skin. I was overly happy when the period ended. I was about to run out of the class when I froze.

"Sam Brooks?"...

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Well yeah, that's it.

Sorry for not updating... I had finals and I was too lazy. Z z Z z Z

Also sorry for it being short.

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