My Skater Boy - Sam Pottorff - Fan Fiction

Chapter 8

Lila’s POV

I look at him anxiously.

“What is with you today?” I ask in a calmly.

He looks at his friends and they all snicker. I frown and look down.

“Who are you sorry?” Sam answers.

Woah. Harsh. I shoot him a look.

“Goodest Sam, goodest.” One of his mates say.

“Hey, can you go away for a bit? You’re only 15. The playground is on the other side of the road sweetheart.” Another one patronises.

Sam laughs with them and doesn’t stick up for me. Rough days for me, I guess.

“Excuse me, but I don’t recall talking to you, or ever involving you in this conversation.” I snap, starting to lose my temper.

The boys all make ‘oooo’ sounds. Jess steps up beside me and rests a hand on my shoulder to calm me down. I take a deep breath to cool off. I turn back to Sam.

“Sam, I just want to talk.” I almost plead.

He rubs his temples, “About what?”

“Today so far, what happened to me earlier, who those girls are and if you know them, how you’ve acted towards me today since we got to the school gates, what you’ve been saying about me behind my back. You don’t do someone like that, Sam.” I explain.

“Come on, Lila, I’m with the boys!” He mumbles, trying to get me to leave.

Why is he acting like this? I suddenly understand.

“Are you embarrassed to be seen with me Sam? What, because I’m too young for you. I know you’ve been telling people I’m easy, behind my back. If that’s the case then whatever this is, this thing that seems to be a game to you, it’s done.” A rush of confidence comes over me, I turn my back to them all and walk away.

“You just don’t treat people like this, Sam.” Jess shakes her head disapprovingly at him.

I hear his friends snickering and whispering as I walk away, leaving Sam standing there like a fool. The sound of footsteps run up and trace behind me. It’s Sam. He runs up to me and takes my arm.

“Don’t be like that, of course I’m not embarrassed. Come on, we can’t be done, we’ve only just started. Think about the great weekend we had together. Would you really wanna throw it all away?” He asks.

I look at him amused at what he’s saying.

“You’re the one throwing it all away, Sam. I’ve done nothing but be nice to you. I’m the one trying to sort things when all you’re doing is talking shit about me behind my back.” I snap.

He drops his skateboard and puts his hands on my arms.

“Look I’m sorry, just don’t do this to me already, okay? I know I’m being a bad boyfriend but you gotta give me another chance. Remember what I said about being bad at relationships and being scared of hurting you? This is what I meant. I’m not a great person, yet you’re sticking with me and I appreciate that. I promise I’ll do my best to be a better boyfriend. Just give me another chance. I don’t care that you’re only 15 and still in uniform. You could be 50 and I wouldn’t care. You’re the most beautiful girl in the world to me and that’s all that matters.” He pours his heart out.

One thing I hate about Sam, he can be nasty one minute, but when he talks properly he can be the sweetest and you know he means it because of the emotion in his voice, his face, and his body actions.

“Alright.” I nod.

“Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou so much, Li. Just give me a while with the boys and I promise I’ll walk you home later.” He smiles, giving me a kiss and skating away.

Jess walks back to where I sit and we have a good chat through the rest of our lunch interval, getting to know more about each other.

* * *

I wait by the school gate for Sam, who promised me earlier he’d walk me home. I wait for half an hour and he doesn’t show. Just wonderful. I start to walk a few steps down the street alone, when a car beeps at me and pulls over. It’s Nadia and Jess in Shontelle’s car.

“Hey Li, want a ride?” Shontelle asks.

“Oh a ride would be lovely at this moment in time, thankyou.” I thank her getting into the backseat of the car.

Nadia was also in the backseat.

“Hey, long time no see, how has your day been?” She asks me.

“It’s been good.” I smile.

I lie because I don’t want to worry her or have questions thrown at me from left, right, and centre. Jess gives me smile, understanding why I said it was good.

“Would you want to come to mine and meet our parents? Like, right now?” Jess asks me.

“We’re all going for dinner.” Shontelle adds.

“You’d be welcome. Mum and dad are pretty chill. Ian’s coming tonight too.” Nadia says as well.

“That would be nice.” I smile.

“And I’ll be sure to give you a ride home so you don’t need to worry about that.” Shontelle assures me.

As we drive along I see Sam sitting at the side of the road drinking beers with his mates. I slump back into my chair. He’s such a bad boyfriend.

* * *

After I meet their parents, everybody gathers around the dinner table and waits to be served. Ian and I sit across from each other. All throughout the dinner he gives me flirty smiles and I can’t stop blushing. I kick him under the table to get him to stop but it just encourages him. How can he do this to his girlfriend, and how can I allow myself to participate. She’s my best friend and I’m flirting with her boyfriend. I’m a hypocrite for calling Sam a bad boyfriend. But I’m not acting on my thoughts and feelings so it’s harmless right..?

I thank Nadia’s parents for dinner and hug Jess goodbye. Shontelle, Nadia, and I get in the car.

“Thanks for the ride Shonty.” I call out as she drops me off at the end of my driveway.

“No problem sweetheart.” She smiles, driving off.

Nadia and I wave each other goodbye from a distance. I walk through the front door and ignore my mum when she greets me. I drop my bag and run straight up into my room and slam the door shut. I crawl into my bed and suddenly burst into tears. I hear the door slowly open, it’s mum.

“What’s the matter, sweetie?” She asks, with a concerned look on her face.

I sob even more. She sits down next to me and holds me tight.

“Sam and these girls…” I start.

I tell her everything that happened in my day and she comforted me. After I finish telling her everything, she hums songs to me and I fall asleep in her arms. This has been the worst day of my life.