The Same

Chapter 4

{April's POV)

I stumbled into my room and plopped on my bed in defeat. My new "parents" were quite talkative, but I didn't remember a thing they said. My mind was focused on Sam.

How could I be so stupid? The one person I had really talked to at this school-at any school-was him, and I blew it with one stupid question. The very stupid question that made me push people away whenever I came to a new school.

I surveyed the room searching for something to do to get my mind off of Sam, and my eyes fell on my guitar. That instrument had to be the only thing that kept me sane in my insane excuse for a life. Whenever I was sad about my family, or lack of one, or moving again, or just wishing I had a normal life, singing was my only comfort.

Before I realized it, a song was flowing out of me.

"Friday night, I'm going nowhere,

All the lights are changing, green to red."

•••

I raced through the door to my first period French class and took my seat, seconds before the bell. My teacher, Madame Miller attempted to get our attention by calling out a somewhat helpless "attention!"

Like I said she attempted. The class was far from attentive, but our teacher seemed to not even notice as she began to ramble about verb conjugations. Who hired these teachers?

My mind quickly wandered, and so did my gaze. I found myself staring a brown haired boy sitting on the other side of the room. He looked vaguely familiar.

Wait.

I convinced myself that there were a lot of brown-haired boys in our grade, and that there was no way Sam was in my French class too. But I was proven wrong when he turned to face me.

I told myself to look away, but I couldn't. Something about him just made me unable to tear my gaze away. I felt my face heat up as I saw him turn pink too. His mouth slowly formed into a smile, and I couldn't help but return it before focusing my attention on Mme Miller.

Well, not all of my attention. I couldn't figure it out. I thought he was mad at me! But I didn't have much time to think about it, as poor Madame tried to hand out homework after the bell to a mob of sophomores trying to get to period 2.

I wasn't sure how to conjugate -er verbs, but I was sure of one thing: Period 6 couldn't come fast enough.

•••

"Sam!"

He looked up from today's sandwich and smiled. "Hey."

He didn't seem mad, but I still needed some verification. I opened my mouth to apologize, but he beat me to it.

"Listen, I'm really sorry about what happened yesterday," he started, talking more to his sandwich than me.

"You? You're apologizing to me?" I probably sounded stupid, but I was in shock. "I should be apoligizing to you!"

"But you didn't do anything! I was the one who ran away," he seemed just as shocked as I was.

"But... I thought you were mad at me for asking you...that," I explained.

"April, I actually thought you were mad at me because I ran away like that. And then in science..." he paused to run his fingers through his hair. "I guess I just wasn't expecting you to ask so when you did I kind of freaked and I didn't know what to say so I just... didn't say anything," he finished.

"Wow. That's... wow."

"Yeah," he laughed.

I knew what I wanted to say, but I didn't know how to say it.

"Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we like... be friends?" I was sure I sounded like some desprate foreigner trying to make friends in the new land, but if you think about it, that's kind of what I was.

I waited for him to laugh in my face, but all he did was smile.

"I'd be honored"

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