Paper Planes • s.g + c.b

chapter eleven

Sam stared at the creased paper, rereading it multiple times over before finally looking up and finally accepting that Colby wrote that. Colby asked him on date. Was it a date or was it just a friendly pizza night?

"Oh god." Sam ran his hand through his hair as he slowly closed his locker, rereading the note once more. Lightly punching the lockers he sighed. "Damnit."

Colby skidded himself to a halt as he saw Sam still standing in front of his locker, what was he even still doing at school after hours? Colby's eyes traveled down Sam's figure seeing the blue paper in his hand almost immediately. Shit. Colby thought to himself as he slammed his eyes shut while taking in a deep breath. He knew couldn't hide from Sam forever so he might as well face it straight on.

"Samuel." Colby barely mustered up enough courage to speak above a whisper.

Sam's eyes shot open as he slowly turned his head to the side, taking it off the locker. "Colby? What're you still doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing, Golbach." Colby crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, a small smile taking his lips.

"I was helping our English teacher, Mrs. Peralta, with some textbooks. Now tell me why you're here, Brock." Sam let a smile of amusement find its way onto his face.

"If you must know, I was talking to Mr. Peralta." Colby nodded his head toward the direction Mr. Peraltas classroom was in.

"Mr. and Mrs. Peralta. The married teachers who are literally polar opposites." Sam chuckled as he shook his head. For a moment Sam forgot about the note. "Oh. . ." He lifted the note and Colby's smile immediately turned into an emotionless face. "About this, I don't like pizza but maybe we could go for sushi instead."

"What? How do you not like pizza?" Colby pushed himself off the wall to walk closer to Sam.

"I don't know, it just tastes funny." Sam met Colby's eyes and smiled softly. "I told you I'd get through to you, Cole."

"Don't use Cole, I won't hesitate to cancel our date." Colby jabbed a finger in the air.

"So it is a date!"

"It's a sushi date, airplane boy."