ONE SUMMER [A Before You Exit Fanfiction] | ✓

Chapter 6

Chapter 6:

Alex's POV

"Sam, what's wrong?" I asked Sam immediately as I saw her sitting by the lake.

"Nothing's wrong, Lex." She replied.

"Really?! Why did you walk away without saying anything else?"

"It's really nothing, Lex."

"Sam, you know you can tell me anything. I'm your friend after all."

"That's the point. Lex, I'm not sure if I should make friends with people around here." She said as a single tear fell on her rosy cheeks.

"What do you mean, Sam?" I asked. I was full of confusion and it's written all over my face.

"You'd be the first ever friend I have." Now, tears were streaming down her face.

"What then? I'd be the best friend you'd ever have." I assumed her. I promise to be the best just for her. And I really like Sam to be my best friend for life, even if she's 2 years older.

"Thanks, Lex. That means so much." I paused. Tears were still coming. She wiped away a few tears before continuing. "Do you know why I'm really rude to those boys?"

"No. Care telling me about it?!" she just nod and stayed quiet.

She then took a deep breath and spoke. "I had a really bad experience with boys before. And what's worse was that I had to suffer. I had to sacrifice my studies. I had to transfer from different schools in Ireland just to avoid being treated differently by boys in school. But no matter how many schools I enter, there would still be those people that hate me, make fun of me and treat me like I don't exist at all." She paused as she wipes more tears away.

"Sam..." I was speechless. I can't believe that happened.

"You know boys from my school, especially popular boys, would make me feel I was the bad ass in school. They sometimes blame me for what they have done and I end up being punished for it. I've tried being just an ordinary girl in school, someone that is not a smart ass, not a bitch, not a popular psycho, and not the daughter of a manager and designer. Well, it was fine for me to be labeled as 'the daughter of a talent manager and fashion designer' but what bugs me is the story about my mum and dad." She paused again. This time, I wiped the tears from her face.

"Sam...you don't have to continue. I know it's real..."

"I have to, for you to understand." She said. "From that terrible experience, I've made a vow to myself. I promised I won't be a softie anymore. I don't want people to treat differently. That's why in my new school in Ireland, people never talk behind my back. They respect me but they still treat me as the daughter of blah, blah, blah." She said and pops a smile out. "I wasn't a bitch, a popular psycho. I was only Samantha Kelly McAdams, an ordinary girl."

"I hope you're okay now Sam."

"I actually am. I feel so free after letting all out." She said.

"So...?" I asked.

"So...what?" she stated.

"You should start by making those 3 boys as your friends."

"That's a good idea." She agreed.

"Great. We'll do that tomorrow."

"Yeah, sure. So... unpacking?" She said smiling. Her eyes were so red from crying, as well as her nose.

"Let's go."

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Sam's POV