Imaginary Boyfriend

Chapter 14: Offer

Back to Kat's POV guys

          I wasn't really going on a date. That's just what I told Sam to get out of there. I hated when we fought; now that I thought back to it, I was being so unreasonable. My reasons... they were hardly relevant nor important! 

          I knew Sarah wouldn't dump Sam. I didn't care if he thought I embarrassed him. I was slightly bothered that he hadn't told me - but that wasn't the reason I was angry.

          Sam was fragile. Though he was easy-going and care-free in day-to-day life, when it came to relationships, he was fragile. You had to tread carefully around him. I was there for him a lot when his relationships went downhill... and he always took it very hard. Perhaps I was just protective of him, not wanting him to go through something like that? No... because Sarah wouldn't hurt him.

          So why was I angry? I didn't know, but I knew it was something to do with the fact that he'd hidden it from me. It wasn't that I thought he didn't trust me - because I knew he did.

          Was he right?

          Did I have feelings for him?

          I was starting to think the answer was yes.

**

          I strolled down the aisle, pushing my empty trolley. I wanted something to do, so I had come to the supermarket. But there wasn't anything I needed, so I just walked around aimlessly. One of the workers eyed me warily. I forced a smile and then reached out for something random and dropped it in the trolley. She seemed satisfied after that.

          Sam had rang me a lot but I didn't feel like returning my phone calls. How could this even have happened? Was it possible that I had feelings for my best friend? How messed up with that!             

          No. I shook my head vehemently. There must be some other reason. I did not like Sam.

          "Katrina?"

          My eyes snapped up and met a pair of familiar blue ones. One of the teachers from school, Mr Daniels, stood in front of me with a full trolley.

          "Hi... Rhys," I said awkwardly. "How are you?"

          "Good, good," he said, nodding and smiling widely. "I was just grading some papers when I realised I had forgotton to do the shopping!"

          A fake smile was plastered onto my face as I nodded politely. Rhys Daniels tended to chat alot, but I tended not to listen.

          "Right," I said as he spoke. I moved slowly and, to my dismay, he followed me.

          "Anyway, I'm quite glad I caught you," he carried on and my ears paid attention. "My son, he's in your class, isn't he?"

          Ah yes. Craig Daniels, number one trouble-maker. Though he was the apple of his father's eye, Craig Daniels was... certainly something. His father never saw through the innocent good-boy act that Craig held up.

          To his parents, Craig was the perfect child. To me, Craig Daniels was a tiresome waste of space.

          "Yes, he is."

          "Well, apparently, he's not doing so well in English class. With his 11+ exams coming up, I was hoping you could tutor him..."

          "Oh," I breathed, both flattered and bummed that Mr Daniels - Rhys - would ask me. Flattered because out of all the English teachers, he chose me. Bummed because out of all the students, Craig was my least favourite. 

          "I'll pay you of course. How does £25 per session sound?"

          Well... I did need the money. And it was a good excuse not to be with Sam.

          Then again, did I really want to? Rhys was a very nice man, but considering he was also a single father and supposedly had a "thing" for me (according to various rumours) it probably wasn't too good of an idea.

          "I'll have to think about it," I told him. He nodded understandingly and I took the opportunity to get of there. "Bye, Rhys!"

**

          I walked into the apartment, flinging the keys on the counter as I stepped inside. Sam sat on the kitchen table with her laptop out. I didn't say anything as I entered the kitchen. I could feel his eyes on me, the intensity of his gaze, as I filled a glass of water. 

          "Look at this," Sam said finally, breaking the silence. He pointed to his laptop and then swivelled it around to show me.

          He was on Facebook and had received a two new friend requests. Edging closer, I realised who they were and gasped. My parents!

          "What the hell? They added you?" I said, completely forgetting that I was supposed to be mad at him. A grin crept onto my face. "Typical! They add you before me! Wow, they got Facebook... that's odd."

          "It's probably to spy on me," Sam laughed and then went to his photo album.

          Yep. A billion comments and 'likes' on practically all his photos. 

          "Wow, they are so sad," I said, grabbing a chair to sit beside him. When he thought I was busy examining my Mum's profile, he stole a glance at me, and it was happy. When I looked at him, he quickly glanced away, pretending to be really interested in the wallpaper.

          "Kat?" Sam asked finally, pulling down the lid of his laptop. "Are we... are we okay?"

          I chewed on the bottom of my lip. His expression was just so hard to resist! He may as well have given me the puppy dog eyes!

          "Um... oh okay!" I said, sighing. 

          "Yay!" cried Sam girlishly, tackling me into a bear hug. I fell back from his weight and then stumbled to the floor, him crashing on top of me.

          "Ow..." I groaned, rubbing my sides with throbbed in pain. Sam let go of me, grinning like a fool.

          "Oops..." he said, hopping to his feet and helping me up.

          "You'll pay for that," I said threateningly, stepping towards him with a somewhat menacing look. Sam, feigning fear, backed away.

          And then he took off, like a bullet from a gun. Sam was fit and sporty. I was weak and got stitches in my stomach easily. Still, I chased after him, gasping in laughter as he easily dodged my advances.

          "Can't catch me, can't catch me!"

          God, he was an annoying git at times, I thought as I speedily tried to outrun him.

          But he's my annoying git...