Escapade.

Chapter 7- Confessions

Grace's POV

I was extremely relieved that Rachel had not come with us. The conversation we had had a few days ago appeared, unbidden, in my mind—

"Hey Rach, don't you think it's time you had a crush on someone? I mean, we're 14 years old, and you have never talked about anything related to your love life."

"Just because I don't talk about how hot a person is, or whatever, doesn't mean that I do not have a crush on anyone.

"Yeah, but I'm your best friend. You could tell me atleast. And Sam."

"I do not have a crush on the person I have a crush on because of how good they look. I have a crush on that person because of their personality."

"Oh, so it's a person you know well, huh? That makes it a lot easier."

"Stop. Leave me alone."

"NEVER!!!!!! Muahahahahahahaha"

"You aren't going to stop, are you?"

"Nope."

"OK then, I'll tell you who it is. You're probably gonna judge me, but try not to. Otherwise, I will have to paper cut you in the eye. Also, DO NOT tell this to anyone else. Not even Sam. Especially not Sam."

"OK."

"It's Sam. It's Sam, OK, now leave me alone. Just go away."

"How am I supposed to 'just go away'?"

"With your legs."

"Just don't ever talk about this. Never."

"Cross my heart and hope to die."

"OK."

I hadn't believed Rachel then, not really.

But over the next few days, I noticed things that had never noticed before, and probably would never have noticed, if I hadn't known.

The way Rachel looked at Sam, the way she was always the first one to laugh at all of Sam's jokes, no matter how stupid they were, the way she always wanted to sit next to her in class, the awkward eye contact that they always seemed to have.......... It was so obvious. How could I not have noticed it before?

Anyway, I was glad Rachel wasn't here, because what was happening in the cupboard would have broken her heart. Irreparably.

Speaking of which, Sam and Kyle had been in that cupboard for almost a whole minute.

"Should we bang on the door?" Anna asked.

But I had a better, more devious idea. "No. we'll just throw open the door. They needed to kiss for just 10 seconds. Atleast for now. They can make out all they want later."

"Oh, yes, let's do that." Malcolm said.

YESYESYESYESYESYESYES he agreed with me omgomgomgomgomgomg.

Slowly, I crept towards the door, and opened it. Sam and Kyle were still kissing, completely oblivious to us.

But this was different. Not like Ms. Bright. This was sweet, natural. This looked like it was supposed to happen a long time ago. I found myself wondering  What their children would look like.

Suddenly, Sam broke away, as if she sensed us. We stared at each other.

Then all the boys started hooting. Sam blushed a dark shade of maroon. Serves her right for making out in a closet with a dude who wasn't even her boyfriend.

"Okay, everyone. I'm gonna spin the bottle." Said Gayle.

It landed on me. And Malcolm.

And he was the questioner.

"Truth or dare, Grace?" asked Malcolm, grinning at me.

I thought for a bit. After seeing what had happened to Sam after choosing dare, I thought truth was much safer. Don't get me Wrong-I did want to kiss Malcolm. But I wasn't ready yet. Atleast, I thought I wasn't ready yet.

"Truth", I said.

"Okay. Do you have a crush on anyone in this room?"

Ah. Perfect. The one question that could make truth the worse option.

"Yes", I whispered.

There was a series of catcalls after this.

"Who is is?", Malcolm asked.

I made silent eye contact with Sam. She seemed to understand that I did not want to answer that.

"She only has to answer one question truthfully, and she did.", Sam said.

I could see why Rachel liked Sam. She was a lifesaver.

Malcolm looked disappointed. I made it a point to spend more time with him. Maybe one day, I would even answer the question that Sam had saved me from answering today.

I'm not ready, I told myself, I'm just not ready yet.

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A/N: Sup' guys, how was the chapter?

I really don't have time for an author's note today, because I attend the torture house-like institution also known as 'school'.

Before I leave, I have one question (not for the people who know me irl):-

Exactly how old do you think I am?

Comment ze answer.

I will probably tell you next chapter.

Maybe not.

Bye.

—AnnabethJackson6801