Can I Have Your Attention Please

Chapter 30: No One Ever Uses It

QOC: Apple or Samsung?

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Sam's POV
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So the guy who let me stay here (I refuse to say his name because it disgusts me now that I know Scott is his son) is pretty pissed.

He called the cops, checked the security footage, and interrogated me with five hundred questions, but none of it was effective in finding out who destroyed the music room.

The cops said they couldn't do anything except for keep a close eye on the school and reinstall cameras in more areas than there had been.

The criminal in the act snuck into the systems room and took the footage of the time from which he or she was in the room, so that didn't help.

And I didn't know anything, so he didn't get many answers out of me in order to help the situation.

So now, he thinks I'm a threat, or some kind of connection to another criminal-minded homeless person...

Aaaaand he kicked me out.

So now I'm back on the streets on my rooftop, basking in the warm sun without a care in the world. I still get to come and play music at the prom, because Principal Man still needs someone to do that, and I'm his cheapest and most available option. So yeah. That's my life right now.

It's a bitch.

Just to piss Principal Man off, I took my sweet time gathering what little things I have. I mean, I have a ton of clothes I guess, but they all fit into three boxes that Cameron brought in for me. So I took the entire school day to pack and move things back and forth.

The redhead stood at the door as I came in and out of it, smirking at me. I just rolled my eyes and continued on. She's the least of my problems right now. Seriously.

Anyway, I walked home once the last bell rang, and I'd already informed Cam, Kassidy, Kyra, and Kason about what'd happened. Kyra and Kason were pissed, Cameron was annoyed, and Kassidy was disappointed. It was all a jumble of emotions when I told them at lunchtime.

Kyra suggested I make him feel guilty by telling him I have cancer, and that'd trip him into letting me stay. But I decided that that would only make things worse. I didn't need this personal information out and around Westland High. Besides, my sickness is none of his business.

So now I'm just lying here on my back in the sun on my rooftop, in nothing but a giant black t-shirt that ends about an inch or two above my knee. The sun feels relaxing against my skin, and I release a long and deep breath.

Yes. This is the life I want to live. A life where I don't give a shit about a thing going on. A life where I just let all hell break loose while I watch it with a content smile, sipping on my mug of tea. A life where nothing could scare me, because I'm just that badass. Yup. That's starting now.

"So this is where you sleep?"

"Ah!" I squeal, eyes flying open. I flinch, my heart racing as I swoosh up into a sitting position. Unfortunately for me, I hit my head on this idiot's forehead on the way up.

I groan while Kason does the same, pressing a hand to my poor head.

Okay, maybe I can start being a fearless badass starting now.