Love Triangle (Wilkinson vs. Gilinsky)

12. Lakehouse (PG)

A/N: I posted part 12 last night but it had a sex scene in it and was then rated R by wattpad and only my followers could view it (I love you guys). So I'm reposting it here without the sex scene. If you want to read the entire thing, you can go on my tumblr. :)

http://yeetgilinsky.tumblr.com/post/92782494083/love-triangle-wilkinson-vs-gilinsky-12-lakehouse

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SHAY'S POV

I wake up to my alarm's incessant beeping. I rub my eyes and turn my alarm off. I groan as I remember today is the first day back to school after spring break.

I force myself out of bed and jump in the shower. I turn on the hot water and feel it stream down my body. I smile to myself as I remember my night with Jack.

Wrapping a towel around myself, I blow dry my hair and choose an outfit. I decide on jeans and a sleek black long-sleeve shirt with the shoulders cut out. I apply my makeup and go downstairs for breakfast.

As I put my cereal bowl into the sink, I hear a familiar honk of the horn. I walk to my front door and peer out the window. I see Sam sitting in his car and tapping on the steering wheel.

I feel my heart beat quicken and I grab my backpack. As I walk out the front door, I make eye contact with Sam. He gives me a small smile with no teeth and I smile back.

I open the door to the passenger seat and say, "Sammy! I haven't seen or heard from you in so long. I didn't think you would pick me up."

"I told you I would take you to school." I think back to the day I met him.

I smile at him and climb into the passenger seat. Sam pulls out of my driveway and turns out of the neighborhood.

After a moment of silence, I ask awkwardly, "So...how was the rest of your spring break?"

He stares straight ahead at the road and responds, "Um, fine I guess. I got a lot of sleep."

I nod my head at him and mumble, "That's good."

I bite my lip and stare out the window. The awkward tension builds up silently between us and I don't know what else to say. We drive for miles without a single word said.

Suddenly, Sam clears his throat. "Shay," he starts. "Just because things didn't work out between us doesn't mean I don't want us to be friends." He looks at me.

I look back at him and give him a soft no-teeth smile. "It feels so good to hear you say that." I look away. "You ignored me for a week and I thought you'd just given up on me completely."

He licks his lips. "It's not that I didn't wanna talk to you. I just-I just had to get myself under control. Take some time to myself."

I feel my stomach drop slightly at his words. I recall the night in his car; the silence, the pleads, the tears, the heartbreak. I feel a rush of guilt and mutter, "I'm sorry."

Sam blinks hard and turns to me. He grins, "Don't be." His smile confuses me. Is he over me already?

As I ponder, Sam pulls into the lot in front of the school and parks in his usual space.

"I'll meet you here after school...?" I ask him, grabbing my backpack out of the backseat.

He nods his head, "Yup. I'll see you then." He puts his backpack strap over one of his shoulders and walks toward the school. I stand back and watch him slowly move further and further away from me. It's the first time he doesn't walk me to my first period.

I take my backpack and put it on behind my back. I begin to walk towards the front doors when I feel an arm wrap itself around my shoulder. I turn my head and look up to see Jack smiling down at me.