Unpredictable

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

"No." I shook my head, my arms folded across my chest as I looked at her defiantly.

"Come on, Rose." Sam urged. "Just admit it."

"No." I repeated. It was hard. I wanted to give in, I wanted to admit it so bad, but I wasn't an idiot, I knew that once I admitted it, I'd not only have to face up to his feelings, but my own too, and I just wasn't ready for that yet. Does that make me selfish?

But Samantha knew me way to well. She saw straight through me, she knew the truth, but she wanted me to admit not only to her, but to myself. I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "What will happen if I say no again?" I said, my voice muffled through my hands.

"I'll keep bugging you until you say yes." She stated as if it were that simple.

I groaned again. "Fine." I said, and she pried my hands off my face so she could look me in the eye.

"Fine what?" Sam prompted, wanting me to say the actual words.

I closed my eyes for a second to gather myself before speaking. "I fancy him." I said quietly, even though I knew she could hear me.

"Who?" She asked, making me want to strangle her.

"I fancy Luke Hemmings. There, are you happy now?" I told her, highly irritated with her. She smiled a satisfied smile.

"Yes." I sighed with relief. I hated girl talk. I hated girly things period, and Sam knew this. That's why she did it.

"Your horrible." I stated, and she just grinned at me.

"I know." I stand from my spot on my bed, and head over to my dresser. I pick up a picture of me and my dad, staring at it, transfixed. I can feel Samantha watching me, her gaze worried. I smile sadly down at the picture, taking in our grinning faces.

I set the photo down, breaking from my trance and turn and smile a fake smile at Sam. "Don't we need to get ready?" I ask her, remembering that we had a concert to get to soon. She narrowed her eyes at me, but let it go.

"So how cute do you think he is?" Sam pestered, and I groaned again. She's never going to let this go, is she?

But she had a good reason. I'd never really had crushes on boys, it wasn't my thing. Sam thought I might be gay, but I'm not. The lads that lived here just didn't interest me. Except for Luke.

I don't know why I fancy him, why I think he's so interesting, but I do. He's cute, actually, more than cute. He's hot. And his dimpled smile just made my heart race. Oh God, I sound like a school girl with a crush. I never really thought that blonde hair and blue eyes was my type, but then I saw Luke and I couldn't look away.

God, someone smack some sense into me please.

I shrugged, hoping she'd let it go.

She didn't. "Aw, come on, Rose. Just tell me." She turned away from my closet to smile at me.

"Why? It's not like it matters." I stated, sighing as I sit back down on my bed. It didn't matter. He doesn't like me like that, so how much I like him doesn't matter. It won't change anything.

Sam looked at me, confused. "What do you mean?"

I shook my head. "Well, it's not like anythings going to happen." I tell her, falling back on the bed with a frown on my face.

"Why do you say that?" She asks me quizzically, sitting down on the edge of my bed, looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

I stared up at the ceiling. "Because he doesn't like me like that. Duh." I said, with a disappointed sigh on the end.