The Little Things: Return July

Chapter 8| Samantha

8| Samantha

I don't want to remember it. I don't want to think about it, But everytime I see that bastard I get upset with myself for what happened and how foolish I was.

It was one of the reasons I always decline going to the clubs that was over age. I didn't want to undergo such awful assualt again. I glare at my panda pendant, whishing mom was here to listen to me whine about how life is unfair and why can't I find a guy that would love beyond the popular facade.

I was so lost in my personal rant, I didn't notice that kenroy was standing before me. He was dress in his faded jean, grey hoodie that hit face and a scar that I saw that morning at the lake. His eyes was hidden by his brunette hair that seems to caress his brows.

"Here," He said in a hush tone handing me my drawing journal.

"Thanks." I replied taking my journal away from him as he glance behind before taking the empty chair before me. I too took a glance noticing that the library was rarely empty giving a good sign that no one would gossip about this tommrrow,After all we have project to be done.

"I'm not here to ask you what happened earlier, I'm just wondering how to tell you we need to start on our English project." he said in a soft tone.

"Ok.." I said.

"What are we going to write about?" he asked slouching a bit in the chair.

"I have no clue, since english isn't my favourite." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Well that's understandable." he said in hush tone, but I heared him.

"Well we could write about Romeo and Juliet." I said but he shakes his head in dissapproval.

"Well do you have anything better, since I'm clueless." I said giving up on ideas.

"We're supposed to write a short inspiring novel and then write separate poems about what we learn." he said as I notice that he was starring at me with his stormy grey eyes, then he held his head back down.

"Ok, There's nothing inspiring about my daily life." I said in a queen B tone.

"That's because life hasn't ruin you yet." he said in a sadly calm tone.

"And what is that supposed to know mean?" I furrowed my brows on him.

"Sleep on it, we meet in detention tommrrow." he got up as the bell sounded that the library was going to be closed. Before I could I say anything he was gone.

I got up, packing away my journal as I head for the door just when a loud thud sounded behind me. I glance behind to see the librarian picking up series of heavy books. I sigh walking over to help her.

"Hi and thanks." she said in quirky voice pushing her glasses up to her eyes.

"Your welcome." I said placing the books on the shelf carelessly.

"Your Samantha Ferguson?" he asked placing the books on the shelf.

"Yeah,"

"I have heared your name alot around, I'm surprise you haven't gotten expelled." she said.

"Why would I get expelled?" I asked shocked.

"Just by the things you do to everyone and how you and your friends treat others." she said starting to walk on the aisles of books.

"Well it isn't me exactly, my friends.."

"That's the problem Samantha, You let the world judge you by the friends you keep." she stop and say.

"That something my mom would say."

"And your reply would be?"

"But I don't want to be alone."

"Sometimes its better to be alone than having other judge you for what your not." she said softly.

"And if they are really your friends why don't you tell them why your in detention?"

"I don't know... " I said almost questionly.

"Mommy," A familiar said causing me to turn to find Hope with a pillow and blanket. What was she doing with a blanket and pillow?

"Hi Samantha," Hope said a bit frighten, trying to hold the blanket to herself.

"Hi,"

"What are you doing here?"

"I was just helping your mom,"I glance back at the librarian.

"oh," she said as my cellphone vibrated.

"I got go." I said pushing the blanket and pillow from my thought.

"Ok see you tommrrow." I said heading for the door. I rush towards my car and head home.

I walk into the detention room to find only Xavier and Kenroy sitting in different seat across the room. While a gothic was busy scribbibing on desk with a razor.

The teacher's desk was empty with unknown papers scattered all over. I must admit that detention room was like mistaken safe heaven for me. It was kind of the perfect place to be away from the facade of popularity and disturbing memory that haunt my mind everytime I see my ex; Kemar.

I walk towards Kenroy occupying the seat next him. I hadn't seen him much today apart from English class when we had started to discuss what our novel was going to be about. I took out my panda sketch pad to page where I have started to dotted down our ideas.

"So we're going to write a novel that have crying, smiling, hoping and very inspired in the end." he said calmly.

"Yeah..."

"Lets get started." he said pulling out his laptop from his backpack that I didn't notice he had with him.

I must say his vocubulary is very big, He had me asking him umpteen times what certain words mean but he simply embrassed me by handing me the dictionary.

Kenroy was unpredictable and very casted. I thought as I watch him walk towards awaiting vechile just as principal Mr. Virgo step out of the school.

"I see your getting on well in detention." he said with a smile.

"Its an exprience." I said softly.

"I must say, I was kind of happy when you request detention." he glare at me.

"Why?"

"To know the different between real friends and fake friends." he said glancing at his cellphone.

"I don't have .." I said stopping midway in my sentence as Kenroy, Greg and Hope came to mind.

"Just what I thought." he said starring at me.

"Well I see you tommrrow and remember your voluntaring at the hospital starts next week." he said walking away to his range rover.

As he drove away I ask myself.

Are Greg, Hope and Kenroy my friends?

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