{The Better Half}: Sam X Mike-Until Dawn ~{Changed 2}~

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M I K E

Even though you may enter a classroom and have sets of eyes staring at you, doesn't make it comfortable to have it constantly happen. Especially on days like these.

Sam and I were entering our first class which obviously was the one we both shared a hatred for the most. History. A boring ass subject, with a boring ass professor. You feel me?

We only were able to see Ashley and Chris in this class because Emily, lucky for her, starts with our best professor within the whole hall. My personal favorite. Mr. Sorentino. Teaches you math. Love the guy. But don't have him now so whatever.

Despite our usual seats, Sam and I chose to sit together for our special, private reason. But the other being the fact we wanted to be secluded from students that don't understand.

"Mr. Munroe. Miss. Panetierre." Our current professor, Mrs. Smith. Allow me to introduce this douche. Sorry, but it's true.

Best description is provided. She old. She's vaguely annoying as shit. Just that lady that when you hear the sound of her voice. It makes you want to gag. Cringe. Plus she's boring. But you should know that.

"Yes?" I say for the both of us, resisting the urge to storm out of this room.

"For starters, welcome back." She said kindly. "But I would like to talk to the both of you privately."

"Okay." Sam said, getting up. I did the same as we both followed her out into the main hall.

We both just stood there silently as we waited for her to speak. I dug my hands into my jean pockets, looking at her straight faced.

"You both look like you haven't slept in weeks." She commented. "Michael, you look like you were hit by a train."

"A car," I correct her, "actually."

She looked at me in dismay. "You're kidding." She said. "At age 19. That happened."

"A lot more." Sam said. "But yes. Him and I went through hell through the two weeks we weren't here."

"From what I know you nearly died." She said staring at me.

I chuckle. "Lucky me."

"Yes, he nearly did die." Sam added on to what I said. "But he really did for pretty long while."

"Huh." She said.

"His previous girlfriend died too." She said, making me cringe, my head spinning a bit. "She was a student of yours. Remember Jessica?"

I hate that word. Was.

"Oh my god. Yes." She gasped. "Either of you care to explain?" She asked, slightly ticking me off.

"Mike experienced it first hand." She said. "He's the only one that really can explain."

Mrs. Smith's crystal eyes darted right at me. I was on the spot. "She was taken by this cannibalized creature, I doubt you heard of." I felt Sam nudge my shoulder. "Took her away from this cabin we were at, pulling her through a window."

Her eyes widened as I said that. I was unsure if she believed me or not. She had to. How else would she be dead right now.

"I followed her to this shed, but. I wasn't fast enough.'" The words spilled out of my mouth and replayed in my head. "I just wasn't fast enough." I repeat.

She rubbed my shoulder. "It's alright." She said. "At least you tried saving her."

I try to smile back.

"She'll be in your spirit forever." She added. "Just because she's gone doesn't mean she's actually gone."

I was glad I had this talk with her. And that she understood. Pleased me.

I have Sam now. One way of getting over Jess. But I probably would never be actually over her. Talking about it would be only one of the ways to get over it. Doesn't mean it'll work.

But I needed this talk with my professor. I may hate her. But respect is the only way I can repay her for her gratitude of understanding. Got to at least try to like her.