Worth It. (Sam Wilkinson)

13. Last Second.

My eyes instantly took in the surroundings around me as soon as I stepped foot into Sam's house. Huge house, might I add. I'm shorter than the average height, but being in this house made me feel even tinier. The floors were a really dark brown (almost black)polished wood, the ceilings were high, and the wall corners had cream white carvings, and the room furnishings were modern. I instantly fell in love with the interior design of the place.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when Sam placed his hand on my lower back and pushed me towards the stairs.

"Uh, here's my room. I'm just gonna go get some soda, do you want anything to eat or drink?" Sam looked into my brown eyes with his hazel ones, it looked like he was searching for something, but it wasn't if I wanted to eat or drink . It was something else he wanted to know, and it was evident behind his eyes.

"Oh, no thanks, I'm good." I smiled. I'm actually kind of thirsty but I don't want to trouble him for anything. I slid off my bag and pulled out my binder and folders and laid them out on his bed. When Sam left, I found myself observing his bedroom. It was completely different from what I imagined it would look like. He's such a carefree guy, I didn't think his room would be so clean. He had a wall with a couple of snapbacks hanging off of it, a guitar in the corner with some penny boards as well.

Yeah there are some clothes lying around and few books bu- ..wait books. Since when does Wilkinson read? From afar I could see some books laid out on his desk. Divergent, The Outsiders, Insurgent, Maze Runner, etc. a smug smile creeped into my face since I've read all those books already.

"Ok so what do we need to do for this stupid project?" Sam asked walking in with a can of coke and a water bottle in his hands. He throws the water bottle towards me and I catch it with one of my hands.

"Thank You" I smiled. "Basically, we need to type up a report discussing all the characters in the book Mr. David's handed us on our way out of class. We should be able to finish the book by tomorrow since it only has thirty-six chapters. Leaving us enough time to construct the essay." I continued in a monotone.

Sam groaned in reply. He set his cold beverage on his desk and stretched before jumped onto the bed making it jiggle a little and grabbing the book out of his backpack. When he stretched, his shirt rose up a little revealing a slight view of his v-line. Oh my God.

He propped himself up on his elbows and lied onto his stomach across from me while I sat up criss-crossed applesauce. Yes, I still say criss-cross applesauce.

Before I opened the book, I unzipped the front pocket of my backpack praying that I remembered to bring my earphones. My hands wandered in the huge pocket and finally felt the wires. I plugged in my earphones connecting it to my phone and started reading. Soon enough I was consumed by the letters stained onto the pages and my favorite songs flowed through my ears.

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Sam is such a restless reader. He tosses and turns while he's reading, almost as if he can't seem to find a comfortable position to read in. It was pretty amusing to witness all this happen from the corner of my eyes.

I check the time on my phone and I notice that almost an hour has passed by and I'm only in the middle of chapter seven. I didn't expect for the chapters of this book to be so long. The book wasn't that bad, but I definitely wouldn't read it for my own pleasure. Although I'm exhausted I'm going to try to to at least read up to chapter twenty-four by today.

Words flicker in my mind as my eyes glance over the inked words and the buzz of music takes a sharp end when someone pulls out one of my earplugs away from my ear.

"Casey..." Sam whined. "I'm bored can we take a break?"

"Yeah, you can take a break, I'll just keep reading." I said.