What you and I could've been

This is Only the Beginning

     "So I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that you like this new boy?" Sam questioned me.
    We were sitting in our history class and I mentioned this one small detail about Jacob and of course Sam was already assuming things.
"Sam, we barely know each other." I said.
     She gave me a glance. Her classic 'I think you're lying' kind of glance is taking a toll. She looks down at her phone and laughs.
"What's so funny?" I ask.
       She ignored my question. She continued texting whoever it is that was making her laugh. Mr. Fred began to walk closer to our desks.
"Sam, put it away before he takes it." I whispered to her.
    She continued typing on her phone right until the teacher was at the foot of her desk.
"Your phone Ms. Joyner." Mr. Fred spoke as he motioned her to hand it to him.
    She looked up in grief. She solemnly handed her phone to him and he walked away without another word.
"Damn, now how am I supposed to answer to Bryce?" She asked me.
"So that's who you've been texting this entire time?" I asked.
"Yes. He was telling me a funny backstory of his." She said.
"You couldn't wait till after class to talk to him?"
"He texted me now so I couldn't wait later."
    I rolled my eyes. Sam was more distracted now than she ever had before. Most days would be sleeping in class or full out day dreaming, but texting someone she was barely meeting was only the beginning of a new era.
"I'll tell him it was Mr. Fred's fault." She said.
"Technically it wasn't." I said.
       Mr. Fred began finishing up his final notations before the class ended.
"How about you stop pointing out the obvious ok?" She said discreet.
      I backed up a bit. Sam was being rude to me? What?
"Alright you may be excused." Mr. Fred announced.
"How's about we go to the bleachers?" I asked her.
     She walked over to Mr. Fred's desk to retrieve her phone then walked back to me.
"Sorry Jess, I got plans with Bryce." She said happily and walked away.
      I stood in silence. Was it dumb of me to think that now my best friend was leaving me for a boy? She's never done it before, even with a bare crush in her hands...

Tommy Stevens. My best friend Sam had been talking to her crush right in front of me.
"Hi." She said.
"Hey, so you wanna go hang out by the bleachers?" He asked her.
     No, how dare he! The bleachers is where Sam and I hang out. There was no way I was going to let him take our meet up spot.
"Hey um, that's kind of where me and Sam hang out." I spoke to Tom.
    He looked at me disturbed.
"Your friends with arty mc gloomy over here?" Tom insulted me.
"Hey that's not a way to describe an amazing person who's been there for me far longer than you have!" She yelled at Tom, grabbed my arm, and we stormed off together. We were at the bleachers.
"I'm so sorry he said that to you." She apologized.
"It's nothing you need to apologize for, he's the jerk. I told you so." I said to her.
"Well maybe I should start listening to you more than my dumb instincts." She spoke.
"Hey you don't have dumb instincts, you just have a big heart and sometimes, before you realize it, you fall for jerks like him." I said.
"I just thought he was the one, you know?" She said with a mood.
"Hey we're barely about to be 7th graders, let's leave the love fate out of our way until the right time." I said.
     She smiled at me. We hugged and then began hoping around the bleachers. That was one of the best times I've had in a while. After living with my sister, and being bullied almost all the time, Sam truly made me happy.

    I was alone at the bleachers with my sketch book and my music. I didn't know where Sam was and I didn't care. After how she responded to me in our history class I don't think I need to talk to her. I watched as some of the football players were warming up. I spotted Greg in the distance with Abby Jansen. She had bothered me all my life and I didn't think Greg was aware of it. We were all in the same middle school together.
     I continued to tune out to my music. Nothing kept me more at peace than listening to soft melodies and drawing at the same time. It's my main escape from reality.
"Well hey there mysterious Jess." I heard his familiar voice; Jacob.
    I looked at him from the bottom of the bleachers. He was smiling at me that same way he had before. I couldn't help but smile back.
"Well hello there Mr. Observer." I responded back.
"Mind if I join you?" He asked.
     I nodded. As much as I didn't need the company right now since Sam ditched me, I longed for a little somehow. He began walking up to me and sat in the exact same spot where Victor would sit.
"Oh wow." I mumbled.
     He looked at me confused.
"What's up?" He asked.
     I shook it off. I continued drawing.
"Is there something I'm missing Jessie jones?" He asked.
"First of all, I think if you truly knew me you'd know that no one calls me Jessie Jones." I said.
"Woah woah woah, are you criticizing my nick name for you?" He said.
"I don't think that's what you call me. What happened to mysterious Jess?" I asked.
"Well that's not really sticking if I'm getting to know you more, is it?" He asked.
    I laughed. I don't think he's known me that well enough. I looked into the distance and saw Greg sitting next to Abby. It seemed they were having a good time.
"So uh, Greg over there told me that you used to sit here at the bleachers with an old friend." He said.
"He did? Well it's true." I said.
     Greg was sharing my story to other people? It bothered me in a way but it didn't bother me if it was Jacob. Seemingly I didn't want him to know much about me, but truly I did.
"What was his name?" He asked.
"Victor. He was one of my closest friends." I said.
     Jacob nodded in agreement. He looked out to the distance and watched the football players. I noticed his nice jawline and good looking hair. I froze and suddenly felt my weakness kick in. What was I doing? I felt light headed.
"Uh, Jacob, I..."
*SLIP*
"JESS!"