Everytime we Touch

Chapter Seven

Note from Me:

I really didn't think I would get this up tonight. I had zero ambition after supper for writing. But once the kids were in bed and the house was semi quiet I just couldn't stop.

So proud of myself right now. Its been super nerve wracking sharing my work with people. 

I hope at least someone likes it. 

Please vote (the star at the end of the story). It will help get the story more noticed (I think?)

Also Thank You! If you've made it to chapter seven and still want to read about Sarah and Troy and their drama, here it is. 

Love!

As Sarah rounded the corner in the hallway, she saw Troy leaning against her door, playing with his phone. He did not even notice her until she was about to turn around, chickening out.

"Hey," He muttered, "Are you free to talk?"

She shrugged before opening her door and letting him in. They sat down on opposite sides of the worn-out futon. Sarah brought her knees to her chest hugging them. Neither teenager dared to look at the other.

"So?" Sarah finally asked after the silence began to feel deafening. "What is it you wanted to explain?" Troy stayed quiet. "Troy, if you are not here to talk to me, then I'm going to have to ask you to leave." She finally said getting annoyed, daring a glance in his direction. Troy was staring at the floor twisting his hands awkwardly in his lap.

"Can you just give me a moment." He finally breathed. "Its not easy saying what I have to say." He paused again this time meeting her eyes, "Remember when I told you things were complicated?"

"Yeah, things seem to always be complicated when your around." Sarah shot at him.

"Well this is because of my family."

"The family that you don't talk to except for the holidays. I don't follow."

"The one and only." Troy smiled slightly, taking joy in the fact that she remembered that small detail, before he continued, "Dad has it in his head that I need to marry a rich girl, from one of his clients families. You know some old school rich people crap." Sarah stared at him, not saying a word. "It's a political game move for him. I do not want to play but my hands are tied. If I do not play along, I lose everything." Troy explained. "Everything includes, this school and Roger."

"I'm sure Roger isn't going anywhere." Sarah smiled, "He's to loyal for that, not to mention he's practically your brother."

"I think you missed the bigger picture." Troy looked at her perplexed.

"Then maybe you should explain it more." Sarah suggested. She was just now noticing the dark circles under his red rimmed eyes. She was not understanding why he was so upset about this. "I'm hearing that you can't be with me because I have no money, and your family wouldn't approve. My family is not like yours Troy. My mom is dead, dad is no where to be found, and my Uncle is a drunk, while my aunt works her ass off to send me to this school and keep a roof over every one's heads."

Troy groaned before moving closer to Sarah grabbing both sides of her face, "You still don't get it. I don't care about any of that."

"So, you don't care about where I'm from or how I've got here?" She asked more than a little offended, "That's a little rude don't you think?"

"Why are you so frustrating?" He released his grasp on her to run his own hands down his face, "Of course I care, I care about everything that makes you, well You!