Saving the Heart

♥ Chapter Twelve ♥

♥ Chapter Twelve ♥

    I sat in my car in the garage, not daring to leave as I thought it all over, as I gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles.  I had just returned home after dropping Sam off at his house and it was nearly eleven, and I was honestly starting to believe that Reagan was right.  Sam liked me.  He actually liked me.  The fact posed an ominous problem.  Tricia was going to kill me, as was I.  This wasn’t good.  I couldn’t actually let on that it was okay for my husband to like me.  That was absurd.

    This relationship was supposed to be nothing more than a partnership for the money, a partnership for the tutoring.  It was a business deal.  Then why did it hurt so much to say so?

    A light tap on the passenger side glass of my car window woke me from my dreamlike state.  It was Wesley.  I waved him and he slid into the seat before leaning over to talk to me.

    ‘What’s wrong?’ he asked, his expression one of concern, his light eyebrows drawn and furrowed over his big blue eyes.

    ‘Nothing.’ I told him in response, looking out over the dashboard.

    ‘You and I both know it isn’t nothing, what happened?’ I turned to my baby brother and gave him a quick once over.

    ‘I think Sam likes me.’

    ‘That’s good.’

    ‘No,’ I told him, ‘that’s bad, it is very, highly bad.’

    ‘But you like him too, don’t you?’ I sighed.

    ‘Wesley, it’s a lot more complicated than that.’ I replied in peeved annoyance.  Wesley shrugged before opening the passenger side door to leave.

    ‘It doesn’t have to be.’ He told me as he left and headed back into the house.  And once again I was left alone with my wandering thoughts.

    I growled in frustration and smacked my hand against the steering wheel.  There was no excuse for it to be complicated, it just was.  I hated it.

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    Sam strolled down the desolate halls of the high school as he headed down to the office to make some copies for Ms. Johnson’s fifth block class.  He tossed his hair out of his eyes, squeaking his shoes along the linoleum tile of the floor, watching his feet scuff along in high pitched synchrosy.  

    “Hey!” A girl called from behind.  Sam came to an abrupt stop, questioning what was to come.  Girls never talked to him, in fact, no one ever talked to him.  Except Kennedy of course.

    Sam turned around slowly to see who had wanted his attention, only to realize it was unwanted attention.  Tricia was busy storming down the hall after him.  Sam made no move as she came up to him and placed her hands on her hips, giving him a quick once over.

    “What’s up with you and Kennedy?” She snapped, her face scrunched in a sneer.  It wasn’t all that attractive on her.

    Sam rolled his eyes and continued walking down to the office.  A fuming Tricia stomped her foot before trailing close behind.

    “Hey!” She hollered a smidgen too loud, “I’m talking to you.  What did you do to my friend?  Is she buying something off of you?  Are you too...dating?” She asked, her voice low.  Sam couldn’t hide his smirk at her comment.  

    “She’s helping me out with my calculus.” He told her as he continued on, opening the door to the office and holding it open to her, an offering of peace.