You went through most of the week without seeing Sam, and no it wasn’t because you were avoiding him but because you just hadn’t seen him, yeah you had passed him in the halls and he gave you a big smile and sometimes winked, but he hadn’t said anything to you. Half of you prayed he forgot about the ‘date’ he was supposed to take you on, or maybe he had just made a bet with his friends about getting you to say yes to him, but what a pathetic bet that would be; if it were you and you made that bet, you’d go all the way and go on that date. But that’s besides the point, the point is that he hasn’t brought it up, and you were in the clear.
It was Friday afternoon, the halls were crowded with kids that just wanted to get home while you were dreading it. You had avoided your sister the whole day and didn’t want to face her because she would be asking if you and Sam were going out tomorrow, no matter what you said to her, she would keep pushing and pushing. You slowly took out the books you had in your satchel and began putting in your math book, your psyc book and physics book.
“Hey, gorgeous, so I was thinking we could go to Friday’s tomorrow night,” A deep voice said from behind you.
You turned your head to see Sam standing behind you, to your left. He wore a varsity jacket that you knew had his number and last name on the back, he had on jeans and a black t-shirt under his jacket. His hair was everywhere and a little smile on his lips. You sighed, you were so close to not going.
You turned back to your locker, and grabbed your psyc book, “What if I don’t like Friday’s?”
Sam rested on the locker beside yours, “See, I know that’s bullshit because I overheard you and your sister talking about their burgers, a couple days ago,”
You blushed and remembered that conversation, they do have really good burgers; you just hadn’t realized Sam heard that. Sam noticed your cheeks, “Don’t tell me your one of those girls that gets embarrassed about eating in front of guys,”
You grabbed your sweatshirt and closed your locker, turning to face Sam. “Those types of girls are pathetic. If every guy cared about what girls ate, the guys would be searching for girls that weighed 82 pounds and had thighs the size of my wrist.” You ranted while rolling your eyes at Sam.
Sam smiled and his eyes twinkled like he enjoyed your words, “I’m glad you think that way,”
You slipped on your sweatshirt and slung your satchel over your shoulders, you turned on your heel and began to make your way down the hall towards the stairs until someone grabbed your fingers and made you turn around. You faced Sam, but he didn’t realize his limp hold on your pointer finger and middle finger, “Tomorrow night, 7 o’clock, I’ll pick you up.”
“You don’t know where I live,” You answered.
“I’m Sam Wilkinson, I know everything,” Sam retorted cheekily.
You bumped your shoulder into the middle of his chest while laughing, but his arms immediately locked you into a hug. Your laugh died down as he positioned you to face him, it was suddenly deadly quiet and you had no idea what was going on, so you asked. “What’re you doing?”
Sam’s hands locked at the small of your back as he stared down at you with a shy smile, “I’ve got a game tonight and I wanted a good luck hug from my good luck charm,”
“You could’ve asked,” You answered, taking notice that it was only you guys in that hallway.
“You would’ve said no,” He whispered. He was right, you would’ve brushed him off and told him no.
So instead of proving him right, you proved him wrong. Your arms snaked their way up his chest and around his shoulders, his arms squeezed you and held you up, your toes brushing the tops of his shoes as you both enjoyed your first hug. You felt him take a deep breath within your neck and you shivered, his cologne wrapped around you and you enjoyed the hug more than you actually wanted too.
Your relationship would be short lived and you knew it, but was there a problem of relishing in his arms that wrapped tightly around your waist? He was strong, but his arms were somehow gentle, while he held you up. it made your belly squeeze when his arms loosened and you slipped down his body, your feet placed between his, his hazel eyes staring right at you. “Good luck,” You told him.
His eyes brightened at your words but then saddened slightly, “I’d walk you to your car, but I have to get to the gym for warm ups,”
You touched his forearm, “It’s okay,”
“I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“You’ll see me tomorrow,” You promised before turning on your heel and walking down the hallway, taking a deep breath to get rid of the butterflies.
