The Nerd

Samantha

"Samantha." Someone says, and then I feel something hit my head.

I sit up in my bed, startled, I stare at the pillow falling off my bed and then look at the door,

My Gammy stood in the door way with a tired face, she was wearing her grey cotton long sleeve and pants pjs with a silk purple robe on and purple house shoes and her grey hair was sticking up everywhere, "Someone's at the door for you." She says lazily, and turns around walking back down stairs.

I rub my eyes, pick up my phone off the nightstand. 8:30 who would be here at 8:30 in the freaking morning. I set my phone backdown, grabbing my glasses and putting them on. I throw my blankets off and lazily get out of bed.

I walk down stairs and open the door, leaning against the doorframe tiredly.

"Hey,-" Clayton says but, stops taking in my appearance.

I was wearing 2 sizes to big, zebra pj pants, a big grey t-shirt, my hair was sticking up and my eyes where red and puffy from crying all night. Over all I looked like I haven't slept in years,

He continues, "I came to..- are you okay?" He ask, with a confused face.

I lean off the door frame crossing my arms, "Yes I'm fine." I say,

"You sure?"

I nod my head.

He eyes me suspiciously, "can I come in."

I sigh, opening the door more for him, he's not gonna let this one go.

He walks in shutting the door behind him. I walk into the kitchen, pouring him a cup of black coffee and setting it on the counter.

I pick up the dish sponge, turn on the faucet and start cleaning the dishes.

"Wanna talk?" He ask, behind me.

I shake my head.

"Okay" he says, trailing off.

I hear the front door shut, I throw down the sponge and stick my head out of the kitchen doorway, I see a shadow walk past the window outside, I turn my head looking down the hallway, my Gammys bedroom door was wide open.

I sigh, turning back around and returning to clean the dishes.

Clayton takes a sip of his coffee, "Samantha, I know I'm rude in all but, you can talk to me." He says.

I put the last dish in the dishwasher, and put down the sponge, turning off the water and shutting the dishwasher.

I place my hands on the sink looking out the window above the sink and sigh.

"My grandpa died." I say, with no emotion.

I hear his cup set down on the counter with a clack.

I look down at the sink, grabbing the rag and wiping down the counters.

"I'm sorry-" he starts.

I raise my hand silencing him, "I don't need your pity." I say, letting go of the rag and leaving it on the counter as I went to the fridge.

"It's not pity, Samantha you lost someone you cared about, I know the feeling and it's not great." He says, behind me.

I open the fridge getting the orange juice out and grabbing a cup out of the cupboard.

"I don't wanna talk about it." I say, pouring my orange juice.

"Samantha-"