The Unexpected

Tread lightly

Syd's POV

Sam and I have not spoken all week. I don't know why this is bothering him so much. I mean, I guess it

is his two best friends kissing, which is a little weird. I wasn't thinking when I said it, I just wanted to hurt

him like he had hurt me. But why did I think that would hurt him? It's not as if he likes me. So why did I

think that would have the desired effect? Nick and I have spoken a little but not much. In my defense, I

haven't seen him much except for football practice and history class. 

Friday morning, I was walking down the hallways after a terribly awkward lunch. Lunch this week had

been weird. Every day, Sam got his food, grabbed John and they went outside to eat. I knew he was  

avoiding me (real mature) so I didn't bother him. Nick wouldn't say anything so S would be the one,

trying to make small talk and end up talking to Ethan. Well, actually they would walk out in the middle of

lunch and probably make out. The thought didn't make me sad anymore, which surprised me. I was

okay with S and Ethan being together. They were happy, as far as I knew, and they looked good

together. All I wanted was for the whole thing to work out between Sam, Nick, and I. I wanted us all to

be good friends again. I missed how it was before. They would tease me, I would punch them. They

would be overprotective, I would punch them. They would be weirdly sweet, I would punch them. It was

a great system. Which brings us back to the hallway. Nick was reading from a textbook next to his

locker and looking very studious. Although, I'm sure he forgot to read last night and was doing it now. I

took a deep breath and walked up to him.

"Nick, can we please talk? I really want to work this out right now." Nick looked up from the book, gave a

small sigh and closed it. "What's to talk about Syd? I was pitifully rejected by the girl I've always liked

because she likes my best friend. There, all clear." I rolled my eyes. "Come on Nick. First, Sam hates

me right now and I don't even know why. Second, please. You have not always liked me." Nick raised

his eyebrows. I frowned. "You've always liked me?" Nick didn't answer. Instead he said, "Syd, look. Sam

doesn't hate you. He's mad that you kissed his best friend. And maybe some other reasons..." He

muttered the last part, I almost didn't hear him. Wait, what does that mean? What other reasons could

there be? Nick saw my confused face and sighed. "Okay Syd. Go work out things with Sam. I can act

maturely and I'm sure you can too. We can act as if the kiss never happened and go back to the way

things were before, okay?" I bit back a smile and hugged Nick, trying not to give him the wrong

impression. Man this was going to be weird for a while. Maybe he didn't realize it, but what he was

saying was going to help a lot. "Thanks Nick. I'm going to try and figure things out with Sam. Maybe we

can all go back to being friends." Nick smiled sadly. "Yeah, maybe." I turned around but Nick said, "Oh