Chapter Seven:
Maybe you’d want to know what happened after that Monday night. So, here. Let me tell you. The days after that night could not have gotten any better. She (Samantha) started smiling at me again—oh that amazing smile—she would always wave hello, greet me good morning, ask how I was doing..she'd even ask me if I’d already eaten my lunch. With those lovely hazel eyes, she’d glance at me as if to make sure if I was telling the truth—oh, how I loved it.
One time, on a really crazy day, I decided to spy on her. And what I saw made me smile to myself. I hid at the back of the walls where the lockers were located, it was a bit far from where she stood, so she didn't really see me, but I, on the other hand, had a clear view of her. Samantha was standing outside their classroom, wearing my jacket—which made me feel so special—looking all nice and pretty as she was talked to her friends, smiling, and laughing and causing me to take one of the deepest breaths I could ever take. But then, just as I was starting to feel my knees grow weak, all of a sudden Eric came running out of nowhere and, surprising Sam as he threw his arms over her, her back touching his chest. And just like that, I felt a pang of anger. His arms….around my Samantha?! Oh, no! I wanted to charge him! I didn't care if he was my basketball captain! I just wanted to punch him right there and then! To tell him to just back off! I was about to ready myself when suddenly, I saw how Samantha forcefully pushed herself away away from him, later giving Eric that furious look. And that felt really good.
I spied on her a lot (I know it was wrong but I could not help it. Love, you know. They make you do the weirdest things) and whenever Eric would make his move on her, Samantha will just turn her back on him and walk away. It was then when I realized how I could trust her.
Anyway, I offered to lend her my jacket a lor more than usual. She would give me those heart-warming smiles whenever I’d do it, reaching out to my hand to hold it for a second before going back inside to her room. She’d turn around slowly, and my jaw will just drop on the floor. But if you must know, even though we did all those things, I didn’t think we were considered as a couple, well at least not yet. I mean, we wouldn’t hold each other’s hand, like most couples would do in school. We wouldn’t kiss, I won’t even have my arm over her, and our Friendster and MySpace accounts still says that we’re single—yes, guys. Back then, it was still Friendster, so deal with it!—but I didn’t care. She was the girl that will make my mind spin around in circles, and from the way she would look at me, her sparkling eyes locked on mine, I knew that I am secured in her love.
Tuesday came, then Wednesday, and the next thing I knew, it was already Friday—prom day. I didn’t really dress up for it. Since I was only driving her, I wasn’t exactly her date, remember? That role went to stupid Eric.
I was actually just in the midst of deciding what to wear, when suddenly Samantha started calling me. Her face appearing on my screen took me a little longer to answer the call.
“Yo?” I asked and I could have sworn that I heard her laugh on the othe line.
“Hey, Clay. Are you about to head out?”
I looked at the clock, and see how it was only four in the afternoon, prom doesn't start till seven, I turned my attention back at Sam, “Well, not in a couple of hours. Why?” I asked,
“Well, I was just wondering if maybe you could come here an hour or two earlier.”
“Uhm... Okay?”
“I was just wondering if maybe we could have dinner first, you know.”
“Oh, riii—ght! Din—ner!” I began to stutter once again. Deng. When will that ever end? I straightened up. Get a hold of yourself, Jacobs. I say to myself. “Sure, Sam.” I tell her, “Dinner sounds good. I’ll be there in an hour.”
