Mine // Sam Wilkinson

Part // III

Claire's POV

What is happening right now?

"Dude, did Sam Wilkinson just kiss you?" Emma was just as surprised as I was.

I couldn't stop smiling. I had this feeling in my gut that I've never felt before; a feeling of pure joy mixed with those dumb butterflies you always imagined getting as a child when you would meet someone.

"I think so." I kept replaying that moment over and over again in my head. I zoned out until Emma's voice interjected.

"They're doing so well out there. I've never seen Sammy so into performing as he is right now."

Right after she said that, Jake Foushee begins speaking, "Where's all my Sammy wilk girls out there?"

The crowd of screaming girls went wild.

"Do you think YOU could be the one?"

The music begins playing and Sammy is singing, but not to the crowd. He's looking over in our direction.

I look behind me. Certainly Sam is not singing to me... There's no way. He's Sam Wilkinson, as in every girl's dream guy next to Jack Gilinsky. I look back at the stage as he's singing the chorus and he keeps glancing from the crowd and back to me with the biggest smile on his face.

All of a sudden, the music stops and Nate is talking to the crowd and to Sam.

"Hey, Sammy. I see many girls who could possibly be the one man!"

"Really, dude? I only have eyes for one girl." With that, he looks at me but this time I feel our eyes connecting for what felt like years, but couldn't have been longer than three seconds. The crowd is still going wild as they finish off with Nate's Passion for Fashion.

Before I knew it, Kenny Holland was up on stage and Sam and Nate were back with us, leading us back to the dressing room.

Sam pulled me aside so we were alone.

"Hey, can we talk about what happened before I performed?" He rubbed his neck, looking worried.

I nodded, not knowing what to say. He probably didn't mean to. It was a reflex...