The Unexpected

Harry Potter

Syd's POV

When I finally got ahold of my senses, I broke apart. I stood up quickly. "Oh gosh, oh gosh. That was a

mistake, I'm sorry Nick. I can't.. I can't do this." Nick looked at me, his usually warm brown eyes were

now expressionless. "Because you like Ethan... and Sam." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. I just

turned around and took several deep breaths. I heard Nick get off of the bed and walk over to me. He

gently grabbed my arm and turned me to face him. I couldn't meet his eyes. He cupped my face and

met my gaze. "Syd. It's okay. I understand. You're going through some weird stuff right now. But... I also

know that you can't go after someone who's in a relationship. When you figure out what you want, tell

me. And," he dropped his hands and sat back down on his bed, "I didn't think it was a mistake." I gulped

and grabbed my backpack. "I'm sorry, I should go. My house isn't that far, I'll just walk." Nick nodded, not

even looking at me.

I practically sprinted out of that house and began the half mile walk to mine. Along the way, several

thoughts penetrated my brain at once.

If that was a mistake, why did you like it? 

You were mad about Sam and you took advantage of the situation.

But it felt so good.

Not as good as when you kissed Sam.

True....

I got to my empty house and went right upstairs to do my homework. About an hour and a half later, I

received a text from Sam. It said: Hey, you okay? Coach told us you weren't feeling well and that

Nick took you home. Text me back, okay?

I didn't respond and turned off my phone. Okay, I know I was being immature but I was hurt. What am I

supposed to do? Okay, be reasonable, I told myself. Maybe there is some explanation as to why he

was bashing me. I mean, guys do that sometimes infront of their friends, I should know, I have 5

brothers. I got up and looked in the mirror to stare at my reflection. Was I really that ugly? I touched my

long brown hair that I had always thought so dull. I sighed. No, this isn't me. I shouldn't care about what

I look like. I grabbed my phone and texted Sam. We need to talk.

 

Thirtly minutes later, I was sitting on a bench outside of the park, 5 minutes from my house. I wrapped

my jacket even tighter around my body, not from the cold but from the anticipation. Someone jogged up

and sat down next to me. I looked up into the gorgeous, sparkling green eyes that I had always loved.

Sam grinned at me but there was concern evident on his face. He tried to mask it but after knowing him

since 2nd grade, its a little hard for him to keep anything from me. I gripped my hands together and

sighed. He started. "So, are you okay? You never answered my question from my text." I looked at him