Friends Or Enemies? Love Maybe...

Chapter 3

3

A complicated confession.

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I can't understand a thing now. I felt like there's butterflies in my stomach. I'm afraid to confront Sam and say the truth-how I felt about her attitude lately. I just hope she won't cry or hate me if I say the truth-. "Christina, is there any problem?" Mrs. Farrow is starring right into me now. I think she saw me day dreaming just now. "Oh, I'm fine. Just fine." "I wish you can pay your full attention to what I'm teaching now. It's coming out for your exam." "I will Mrs. Farrow." "Thank you for your cooperation."

            Wooshh. That was close enough that it might have got me into a detention class. Now everyone are eyeing on me as if I’m a criminal. I hate being in a completely, utterly genius classes. You know what I mean, geniuses, nerds, freaks, weirdoes and geeks. I mean, for god’s sake, do you have to do that horrifying look to a person who does not concentrate in her class, for the first time of her life because she had this crisis with her best friend forever? 

            The bell just rang. I felt like running but every time I imagine Sam crying, my move slows down. I'm thinking of the consequences I might doubt with if I say the truth. But after thinking of how annoying Sam has been, I continue my steps until I reach my locker. I can see Sam looking at her watch over and over again as if I'm late. "Christina, you're late. After this I must catch up on my French Language class and after that..." Nag, nag, nag… "I know, you don't have to say everything to me. I just want to discuss about..." This is a really hard time for me."About what? Can you please just say what you want to say?"She’s being so not dramatic! "Ok Sam. I want to discuss about your attitude lately. I want to know why you always avoid me, don't care about me, and acting like you're matured now. Way TOO matured. Is this because the 12th Grade guy issue or something else?"

            Now I can see Sam's face searching for a right answer. "It's not about Tucker or anything. I've never changed. I'm still Samantha Lauren, your best friend forever, Christina Anderson. I just get a little more serious. I want to focus 100% on my studies. I don't want to waste my time on unimportant stuffs anymore." I felt like Sam is stabbing my heart with a knife right now. "Do you mean I don't care about my studies?" Yeah, answer that! "I don't mean it that way. I mean I'm not like you. You can have fun everyday and score your exam like a genius but I can't. So can you please excuse me? I must catch up on my French Language class now." Sam rushes towards the school outdoor leaving me with hundreds of questions unanswered. I think she's still hiding something from me.