So This Is Love?

CHAPTER 26 | Failing

Song is "Elvis" by The Rubens. Not really important to the chapter but it's a good song.

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The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return - Christian in "The Moulin Rouge"

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 CHAPTER 26 ~ Brooke's POV

"It's me," he says to me, apprehension clear in his voice.

"What?" I ask in confusion, some context would be great.

"The notes, they're from me," he says, getting nervous by the second. I just stare at him, how could it be him? Why would it be him? What do I say to him? How could he be my secret admirer?

"Brooke, I love you," he declares and my smile falters.

"I...I just don't feel that way about you," I feel awful.

"But we have a connection, how could not feel it?" he says trying to make me doubt my decisions and how I feel.

"Sam, I'm sorry."

"Just don't worry Brooke," he says with crushing disappointment written on his face. He then proceeds to storm off and I feel bad that I had to reject him but I couldn't lie to him, I couldn't let him have false hope. I stand there stunned for a minute, is this really happening? Did Sam just say he loves me? After all this time! What the hell is going on in my life? I'm almost back to normal with Zach and all my friends are getting together with one another. And Sam loves me! What the hell. I would never have thought that he could be the ones sending the notes. Zach, almost definitely. Kai, maybe but not likely but Sam, No, never.

"Close your mouth or you might catch flies," Zach jokes as he walks over to me. I instantly snap out of my thoughts and close my mouth which is wide open in shock.

"Whoops," I say and smile at him.

"Anyway, you ready for geography?" he says and when I nod he pulls me towards where our classroom.

"So eager to get to geography," I say and laugh at the cute grin on his face.

"As always," he jokes. He hates geography, I honestly don't know why he chose it.

The teacher walks in seconds after we do and, once we are all settled, calls out the attendance.

"I'll now give you the results from the last test," she says and walks around the room, handing the papers out one by one.

"Emily," the teacher calls out and she sticks her hand up so that our teacher knows where she is sitting.

"Matt."

"Samantha."

"Zach," she says and walks over to Zach's desk, "You're improving, keep it up."

"Wow! Good job, Zach," I say, sneaking a peak at his result.

"Thanks," he says, taking a hold of my hand and squeezing it.

I wait for my name to be called out so I can receive my test but it never gets called. That's odd. I'll talk to her at the end of class and see what's going on.

We have class discussion about things geography related which eventually gets side-tracked and we go on many tangents. It's easily one of the best geography classes we've had all year.

Eventually the bell rings and students file out of the classroom. I pack up my books and walk over to the teacher's desk.

"Hi, I didn't get my test today when you were handing them out," I say, addressing the problem straight away.