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Chapter 2

Sammy Walcott

Rumors, I hated them. And gossip too, no matter how beguiling it is, it sucked.

If I had my way and the right I would have loved to see Crystal's friend gasping for her breath as I strangled her with my bare hands. I'm usually violent and now I feel murderous.

"Dude, that tapping is distracting." A guy sitting beside me said calling my attention by tapping me with his ruler.

I turned to him with my trademark glare and Do not mess with me look, thankfully and easier for me, he understood the look perfectly and backed off, raising both palms up in surrender. That always works, unless the person on the receiving end had a death wish. And right then, I was feeling particularly generous.

I was the fucking fairy Godmother. Or genie.

I sighed running a hand through my hair. I was making a mountain out of a mole hill. So what if Crystal's friends lied, it doesn't... it shouldn't matter. It also doesn't matter that I've spent a better part of today looking out the windows and snapping my attention to doors whenever someone walked in.

I shouldn't be doing this but— but I'm waiting for him.

You're such a fool Sammy, I mentally scolded myself. Shutting my eyes tightly and balling my fist. Waiting? Again? You've been waiting for six bloody years, I should be tired. He's not coming, they lied.

I exhaled through my mouth, balling my fist and releasing it continuously. I stopped tapping my finger on the desk and I heard the guy from before sigh in relief. I'm used to this. I'm used to getting disappointed.

I tried to distract myself by staring at the digital clock hanging on the wall. Thirty minutes more before this detention class is over and done for. The clock was failing me because my mind kept wondering back to the name Elijah Gracia.

How tall is he now, I wondered. Will he still remember me? Does he have tattoos and piercing? Stop it Sammy, he was just your best friend — six years ago. This curiosity is undeserving because it's never going to get satisfied and is probably reserved for lovers and that's certainly what we weren't. I bit my lip to hold in a shudder just thinking about it, nothing makes sense.

I started on my English essay ignoring the looks the other guys were giving me for snapping my pen into two.

Detention ended sooner than I expected (wanted). As weird as it may be, I would much rather stay in this quiet detention class longer. The stupid gossip was the only reason this class was less pleasing to me, I usually enjoyed it. Even though it was sitting in a class or working it out in the library or some other punishment, it was way better than going back home.

Yes, I couldn't stand the other boys but at least that place was kinda keeping me sane. Being out now was like letting an angry bull out of its den or cage, whatever.

I was usually always angry but today it was doubled and I had all this bottled up energy inside me. I wanted to punch something, somebody or even be punched— for someone like me who cherishes his face, that's saying a lot but— maybe that would snap my senses back. I was on a look out for trouble. And then...

"Watch it dude, you almost stepped on me." Some guy said, I knew he was referring to me but for his own good, I kept walking.

Stop me, fucking stop me.

"Dude, I'm talking to you." He said placing a hand on my shoulder.

Yes.

I stopped walking and turned back to him.  "What did you say?" The voice coming back to me was one I was getting used to, not me and that's okay because it's with this new Sammy that I don't find myself banging my head against a wall, threatening to spill my brains out.