We Meet Again (A Jackson Guthy Love Story) *ON HOLD*

Chapter 8 (It's a date!)

"Hey Sam what's up?"

"What do you want?" I asked clearly not in any mood to talk especially to him.

"I just came to see how my favorite person is doing. What'cha eating?"

"You have eyes right?" I stated clearly annoyed by even his presence.

"Yea I do Sam. That's how I saw you were stuffing your FAT face again." With every word he leaned closer and closer to me.

"You don't have to be such a meanie!" I yelled feeling tears threatening to leave my eyes. I do everything in my power to hold them back.

"That hurts my feelings Sam! You're gonna pay for that!" With that said he grabs the rest of my snack and takes off running.

"Hey! Give that back! It's mine!" I yelled chasing after him. It's no use though. He's just so much faster than I am.

"What's the matter Sam? Your fat stubby legs couldn't keep up!?" The whole playground started laughing at me. Everybody circled around me with him standing right in front of me throwing the rest of my snack at me. I felt too hurt to get off the ground.

My heart was pounding like crazy. My lungs were on fire. My face and arms were so red from embarrassment and anger. I feel something drop on my hands. I can't be a tear. It has to be sweat or something else. But definitely not a tear. I can't cry in front of them anymore. I won't let them know they've hurt me that bad.

"What's the matter Sam? Are you crying? Crying like the fat baby you are!" The crowd starts laughing more. He feeds off of their laughter.

"I-I'm n-not cr-crying!" I say out of breath hoping no tears fall.

"Face it Sam. You're a fat loser! You don't have any friends. The ones you think you do have are only your friends cause they feel sorry for you! Nobody likes you! You're just too fat and ugly!"

After that everything just seems to blackout.

I suddenly wake up in a hot sweat sitting against my desk. I don't understand why those dreams keep happening to me. It's been roughly 10 years since it's happened. I was cut out of my thoughts by a muffled vibration.

I look towards my bed and see my cellphone on my pillow with the screen lit up indicating I have a text. I unlock my phone and see it's from Jackson.

Jackson: "Hey"

Me: "Hey what's up?"

Jackson: "Well we haven't talked since that day at Chipotle and I was wondering if you'd like to go to Starbucks with me today?"

I'm not sure what it is but even his invite gave me a weird feeling. I was gonna reply but then Bree knocks on my door.

"Hey Sam."

"Hey Bree. Are we doing anything today?"