Lost Friendship & Lonely Love

Chapter 6 Not to be Trusted

"Miss me?" Sam said, flashing one of their classic smirks. It brought Naomi back to when they were children. Sam always had that childish smile that made you think of fresh lemonade and toasted apples. It was a cold ice-cream cone and somehow also a warm fire. Their eyes amber of honey and a golden-colored cow. Sam's eyes were protected by a thin layer of glass. The glasses were black which contested with their brown hair. Naomi smiled at the thought. Oh, Sam.

"No, I didn't. What are you doing here? Have you come to see your doctor?" She asked but by the sudden loss of smile, she knew she was wrong. Sam had not come to see the doctors. She looked down suddenly embarrassed. A small giggle caused her to look up. Sam reached out and moved her hair behind her ear. Her face became redder than a strawberry. She smacked the hand away.

"Come on, why are you here?" She asked. They were still standing near the street still. The sounds of downtown intensified the longer they stood there. The air was slowly getting colder as the number of cars increased. Letting out their pent-up breath Sam handed her the bag that had previously gone unnoticed. Naomi looked inside to see her shirt.

"Ah. Thank you!" She said with a smile. Sam nodded and turned to leave. Naomi's hand shot and stopped them from leaving.

"You left your notebook at my house again." She said blushing again. Sam opened their mouth to speak but stopped when they felt eyes on them. The amber eyes left the woman in front of them and landed on an average man. He had tan skin and brown eyes. He had matching brown hair and wore a black suit. His hand fell to his side in a way Sam liked to call reaching. He was a cop, and he was reaching for his gun. Smiling at the man Sam leaned forward and kissed Naomi on the check.

 "I'll take a rain check." Naomi wanted to die from embarrassment. Sam stepped back into the traffic. Naomi just watched and the brown-haired person stepped out of the way of a car. The same black car pulled up and Sam climbed in. With that, the person was gone. Naomi's eyes followed the vehicle as it left. She didn't want to see them go. She wanted Sam to stay. She wanted them to walk back to her house. Naomi wanted them to talk about all the things that happened between them. She wanted to talk about the time they missed. In the past, she couldn't talk about her feelings, but now she wanted to spill all the details. She had the urge to tell Sam about her feelings in the past. It was like guilt sitting in her stomach. Like she needed them to know in order to get over it. To give the words life in order to kill the feeling from the past.

'Sam.' Naomi caught herself staring again. She looked away and back to the blackboard. It had what looked to be math scrolled across it. She hadn't been paying attention and now only hoped Herr Oberlander wouldn't call on her. If he did she wouldn't be able to answer them. Still, she watched as he wrote on the board. His hand movements were smooth almost like butter. He didn't even pause as he wrote. He spoke as he wrote, but she didn't hear those words at all. She was off thinking of Sam. Of those amber eyes and silver hair. Of the dress shirt that was loosely wrapped about that well-built body she knew had to be hiding underneath that shirt. Those pants. She wanted to rip them off, so she could see what was hiding covered by that fabric. She bit her lip just thinking about it. The bell-ringing caused her to stir from her thoughts. She looked up from her notebook and realized that it was lunchtime. Sam stood up and left down the hall. Naomi just watched. She wasn't sure where the silver-haired person was going, but she really wanted to know. So she followed. She followed them and found them standing in the hall with Torben and his goons. They looked pissed off, but Sam didn't seem to mind. No, they just had that same stoic face that they always do. That same expressionless face. It seemed to piss off Torben even more. Naomi couldn't quite hear them, so she got closer. She could only catch the very end of the conversation.