“That,” You friend said, “Was freaking brutal, did you see his face?”
Actually, you had. The second the words left your left lips, his eyes had turned sad and disappointed. For a spilt second you actually regretted what you said, which took a lot, but then he recovered and continued on smiling. When you patted his chest, he had bite his lip, then you walked away and decided that you wouldn’t look back.
“I did,” You answered, coming to stand in front of your car.
“You actually made him a little sad, you did good, kid.”
You laughed and found your younger sister running up to you. She looked like she was about to burst a vein, you were still smiling when you asked, “What’s wrong?”
“You,” she huffed out of breath.
“Me?” You asked and looked at your friend, who shrugged, you looked back at your sister.
“You, and Sam Wilkinson, what you said to him.” She answered still trying to breathe.
You looked back at your friend, “Not 3 minutes later and my sophomore sister fucking knows.”
Your friend laughed and you looked at your sister, her eyes were wide with a smile. “One of the hottest guys in the school tells you that you’re his good luck charm and you tell him you’d rather pour bleach in your eyes? God damn, Sis, you go to that game and spread your legs wide for him!” She exclaimed.
You scrunched up your face and shook your head, “Ew, no thank you.”
Your sister looks at your friend and huffs, “Unbelievable, I really worry about her sometimes.”
You huff and opened your car door, “And I worry about you, now get the fuck in the car!”
Your sister began to grumble words underneath breath, something about your swearing being disgusting and how she couldn’t believe you dissed Sam Wilkinson. You grinned at your friend who laughed and waved goodbye, you got in your car and drove home.
The next day you were at your locker during second period, the hallways were cleared and silent. It sounded creepy, but you loved the silence. You had skipped first period and was getting ready for second, you scratched your head through your Blackhawks beanie and sighed while staring at your locker. You were way beyond tired, you really shouldn’t have stayed up reading that book until 3 in the morning.
“Blackhawks, huh?” You turned your head to the left to see Sam walking towards you in tan skinny jeans and a royal blue v-neck, his black backpack hanging on his shoulders, his assignment notebook in hand that had his pass to the bathroom written in it. “Heard they weren’t doing so well, didn’t they just make it into the Playoffs?”
You were way too tired to deal with him this morning so you nodded and stared back in your locker. What was second period again? Or third?
“You alright, Y/N? You look like you’re about to fall over,” Sam said, coming to stand next to you.
“Mhm,” You hummed and took off your beanie, you put it in your locker and shut it. You couldn’t care less if you didn’t have the text books you needed for second and third, what you needed was sleep. You turned away and went to walk away, you had exactly 15 minutes before second started and if Sam left you alone you could curl up in a corner and close your eyes for those 15 minutes.
“You have a thing for not talking to me for more than 5 seconds, don’t you?” Sam asked walking next to you.
You sighed, “Sorry, I don’t like egotistical assholes with massive heads filled with air and nothing else.” When you were tired, the insults were a lot worse.
Sam crackled with laughter, “But I’m not like that,”
“No, but you are Sam Wilkinson, co-captain of the basketball. You get all the girls, go to all the right parties and drink so much alcohol I’m surprised that your kidney hasn’t failed you. But that’s not what makes you an egotistical asshole,”
“And what makes me an egotistical asshole?” Sam asked, looking at you.
“You, and your friends, think that every girl wants to go out with you. You’re so self centered that you only keep your grades at a C because, then, you can still play basketball, not only that but because you can’t be bothered to look away from the mirror for more than 2 seconds to do your homework.” You answered, the words just flowing from your mouth.
“God,” Sam breathed, “You’re brutal when you’re tired.”
You shrugged, “I call ‘em like I see ‘em,”
“But I’m not like that,” Sam told you and made you stop walking by grasping your arm and pulling you to face him.
You stared up at Sam and crossed your arms. He bite his lip and half smiled, “You’re really pretty with your bed hair and glossy eyes,”
“Um, I, erm,” You stuttered trying to run your fingers through your hair, it was messy and unattractive. It should be up in a bun but you had a beanie on and didn’t rethink about keeping your hair down.
Sam stepped towards you and grabbed your hand that tried containing the hair and smiled, “Don’t touch it, it’s sexy,”
“Um,” You hummed and backed away, “Still not sleeping with you.”
