" You should've have said that to Lexi, it wasn't nice." I advised, as I followed Sam out of backyard gate and into the backyard. "Oh, so should I be nice like how you were with Jack?" I folded my arms over my chest, "I was only kidding, he knows I was kidding."
Sam rolled his eyes, "Yeah... keep telling yourself that." He turned away from me to light his cigarette. He trains along the gate for a moment then turns to face me, "I'm sorry about last night," I uncrossed my arms and stared at him. "I had no right to call you out about calling Lexi a --"
Dumb cheating bitch, yeah I know... there's no need to apologize okay?" He squinted his eyes at me, to keep the sun from his eyes. "Okay." I looked around awkwardly.
He walked around me a little bit, as if trying to figure me out which made me even more uncomfortable. "I have a question, its been bugging me since you got here..." I watched him as he walked over to my right and stood in front of me. I frowned, "What?"
Sam brings his cigarette to his lips, I glare down at my shoes waiting for him to continue speaking. "What are you planning to do when you get to wherever the hell you're trying to go?"
"Oregon... that's where I'm going. And to answer your question," I looked up at the sky, "I don't know?" I shrugged my shoulders. He nods as if he understood but then he looks at me and parts his lips, "What do you mean you don't know? So you mean to tell me that you ran away from home without any clue about what you were gonna do?"
I stared at him, "Oh shit, that reminds me! I have relatives in Oregon that are rich and loving, they could definitely take me into their home and raise me as their child. Maybe then I could go back to school, graduate, and have my family pay for me to go to college! That sounds amazing, I wonder why I didn't think about this ages ago?" I gave him a serious look and he laughed.
"I don't have anybody! Why did you think I ran away you idiot?" I laughed at little at how ridiculous he was being. Sam dropped his cigarette bud to the pavement and stepped on it, "You want my honest opinion?" He pointed his index finger at himself, as he glared around the empty backyard.
I rolled my eyes as I flung my fingers up, giving him the approval. "Won't you give me your opinions anyways? Regardless of if I want to hear it or not?"
He stared at me, "When I found that you were a runaway, I first thought that you were some spoiled little brat who ran away, because her mommy and daddy didn't buy her the newest iPhone or some shit." I nodded slowly, not believing that he actually thought that about me.
So yeah I was a little pissed, I didn't respond. He moved closer to me, but I didn't look at him. "But last night after you know... pissed me off... I thought about the first time
I saw you. And how you were in the pool so late and the longer I thought about it, I put two and two together."
I sighed, "And what do you think about me now?" He took a deep breathe, "You're brat, instead of a little spoiled one." He grinned down at me, as he brushed my shoulder as he left. I couldn't believe him, "No seriously."
I wanted his honest opinion but he didn't seem to care as he continued to walk back into the house.
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Sam walked beside me on the sidewalk, he was more forced on the cigarette between his fingers than starting a conversation with me. He insisted that I walk with him, I assumed this was his attempt to get to know me.
"So what's your story?" I looked up from the pavement after a while of silence. He looked around at the cars that sped by, as we approached a bus stop. "My story? What kind of shit is this?" He laughed at me and that made me feel useless.
I glared back in the direction of the house, just wanting to leave. Sam attempted to be a little nicer, I guess he saw the way I responded and felt a little bad for how he came off as.
"I was a foster kid of some very nice people, they had it all. We moved around a lot, so I never actually grew up with any friends. I often times spent a lot of time by myself, which allowed me to think about everything. One of the things I thought about was my biological parents and why they gave me up. Why would some strangers feel the need to raise me as their own when my parents didn't even want to do it? I didn't deserve anything my foster parents were giving me, all of it was just temporary. Their love for me was temporary if not fake. It didn't make any sense to me, I was young and stupid when I ran away."
He stood beside the bus stop sign, continuing to smoke his cigarette. "That's why I'm planning on going to California." I didn't respond, which he noticed but he continued to talk as well as answer the questions lurking in the back of my mind.
"My foster mom divorced my dad and moved to California, after I ran away." I smiled, "They did love you, can't you see? When you ran away they divorced." I stepped closer to him, trying to see his face that he kept turning away.
Apart of me was happy to hear that he found out where his foster mother lived, but the other half was afraid that he would leave me.
Sam fidgeted around, as if mentioning that his foster parents loved him made me feel uncomfortable. "They divorced because they were having problems in their marriage, which could have been because of me."
I frowned, "But you still effected their marriage, which means that they loved you." He stared at me, "Stop trying to understand me because you never will." There he goes again, pushing me away.
"You don't think I already understand what you went through? You don't know if I'm going through similar things, that perhaps I didn't feel like my own parents loved me... I don't understand you, do you think you're better than me because you've been through more shit?"
He took demanding steps towards me, "This place isn't a place for little girls, there's a lot of people that will harm you and won't give a shit about you. So my best suggestion is that you go back home while you still have the chance, before you get hurt."
I was hovering over me as if he was trying to intimidate me. "I'm not a little girl, you aren't intimidating me." I gritted through my teeth, he grinned down at me. "So?"
I shoved his chest, "So back off."
"You don't know what you're getting yourself into." He warned, I rolled my eyes as the bus was arriving. "Whatever it is, I'm pretty sure I can handle it. I mean come on, I'm dealing with you so surely I can manage."
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I haven't updated in ages, so sorry for that. I just moved back to cali and I'm constantly busy so that's why I haven't updated in a while. But I'm trying to update as much as possible, but thanks to all the people who still read my crappy books:)
