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Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Addison Parker P.O.V.

It's been three weeks since I first met her- Megan that is; three weeks since I started senior year here at White Rock's local high school. At first I was a little nervous about starting over, but it's proved to be an amazing experience, altogether.

I've made a lot of friends. I seemingly fit in. The football coach, Coach Teasdale, even offered me a position on the football team in the spring. It will require a lot of training and working out with the rest of the team until then, but I'm willing to put in the effort. My life has started over here, and the outcome has been incredible. But unfortunately, I can't say the same for Sam.

She's... well she's struggling here.

I'm currently sitting in Chemistry class, Sam sitting beside me at our lab table. While our teacher rants on and on about things that I didn't understand last year when I took Chemistry, I pull out my phone, keeping it where others can't see. I open up Messenger and message Megan, using the schools free wifi.

>R u free 2nite?

"What are you doing?" Sam asks in a whisper, leaning towards me. I turn off my phone and shove it into my jeans pocket.

"Nothing." I turn away from her and focus my attention on the lesson, pretending to understand what's being said.

"Whatever." She faces the front again and takes a few notes.

A few minutes later I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pull it out and repeat the procedure again, hiding it from view. I open Messenger again. Megan responded.

>I might be able 2 squeeze u in.

>How kind. I'll pick u up at 7.

I watch as the little bubbles show up, showing that she's typing.

"Stop it!" Sam scolds quietly, so the teacher won't hear. "What are you doing that is so important you're willing to get caught?"

"Chemistry." I respond with a grin. "Just not this type."

She reaches for my phone and, before I am able to pull away, grabs it from my hands. "Sam, give it back!" I whisper harshly.

She reads the conversation between Megan and I, her facial expression never changing. Her jaw is tight, not even twitching. She scrolls with her fingers a couple times. I keep trying to reach over and grab the phone from her, but she pulls away. It's hard to make much of an effort without the teacher noticing.

Finally, she looks at me. "It's a date."

"Huh?" I ask, confused. I scratch my neck nervously. "Uh, Sam... I'm not into you that way."

She rolls her eyes. "You're such an idiot." She tosses me back my phone. I look down at the last message Megan sent me. And sure enough-

>It's a date! <3

I cant help the grin that forms on my lips. It's a date.

"You move fast." Sam mumbles. I ignore her.

A few hours later I am in gym class. Today Mr. Reynolds has chosen volleyball as the activity. I don't mind, I love volleyball. Honestly, though, I can't say that I've disliked anything he has chosen. The man has great taste in sports.

As we wait for the bell to ring and Mr. Reynolds to enter the gym, dividing us into two teams and starting our period of physical exercise, I walk over to a smiling Megan. Her black hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail, little strands of hair framing her face. For just playing volleyball, she looks great.