Somewhere only I know

The project

Friday afternoons are always my favourite, especially during summer. The excitement for the weekend radiates throughout the class. Sixth period, chemistry. I walk into the room the smell of gas burns my nose. The class before must of been doing experiments. I take my seat and like everyday the past two weeks I am met by Nova.
"Sammy I missed you" he says in a sweet tone.
"The feeling isn't mutual mate" i reply.
He looks at me and scoffs.
"Sammy, I feel so appreciated. You called me mate." He says playfully.
I smile and laugh at his immaturity, before I can reply Mrs Cartfeild begins setting up her computer and a class that seconds before was filled with chatty teens in now silent and focused.
"Afternoon 11s, today we will be starting a research assignment. You will need to be in groups of 2."
Nova slowly turns his head towards me with a wide grin.
"Hey Sammyyyyyy" he says
"No." I reply bluntly.
Nova, Samiaya. Stop talking while I'm talking." Miss Cartfeild says firmly.
"Sorry Mrs" we both reply sheepishly.
"As I was saying. You will be in partners and will be studying the types of atoms. To make life easier you will be working with the person at your desk." Mrs Cartfeild smiles at Nova and I.
"Aw look at that Sammy guess it was fate." Nova moves closer to me, our faces now almost touching.
"Don't worry you don't have to try hide your excitement" he teases.
I drag my chair as close to the edge of the desk as possible.
"don't worry that won't be a problem. You can't hide something you don't have." I reply playfully.
We walk to the library to get computers. Nova walks with me even after his friends call him over. A small and simple gesture that still managed to make me feel important. Which is something I'm not overly used to. He looks at me and smiles and I feel butterflies in my stomach. We talk about our dreams, why we are both taking ATAR chemistry like crazy people, he Bullies me for how I misspell isotopes, and we play a few games of hangman to pass the time. I find myself with a permanent smile and constantly laughing, realising how I much I enjoy his company. Then clock hits 3:10 and the classes dismissed.
"We are no where near finished, I think we better stay back and get this done" he says seriously.
"Ummm Nova, since when have you cared about your grades?" I say holding in a laugh.
"Since my dad will kill me if I fail" he says with his usual sass.
I agree to stay as I honestly enjoyed being around him. We continue to joke around with each other and talk about our life's, only now actually doing some work. Two hours pass and we are finally finished. I pack up my bag and get ready to leave.
"Bet your sad we are finished. Bet you'll go home and tell all your friends how much you miss me." He flirts
"Actually I'm happy it's finally over, you were giving my a headache" I shut him down with ease.
"Okay tell yourself whatever you want we both know you'll miss me"
"Huh your even more delusional than I thought" I say matching his energy.
"Maybe. But you know your nicer than I thought" he says like a idiot.
"Excuse me?" I say sort of angered.
""I just always thought you were one of those bitchy, uptight, in their own little world type of girl. Since you know, you hang around those people."
"Wow. I didn't know you were so arrogant." I say know clearly angered.
"I didn't mean it like that. It's a good I'm saying your not all those things. We get along quite well and I'd consider you a good friend of mine." He try's to dig himself out of a deep hole.
"Whatever. I gotta go Nova." I say now with more disappointment in my voice than anger.
"Sammy don't be like-" I cut him off.
"Don't call me Sammy" I close the door behind me and begin walking home. Angry about what had just happened but also surprised he considered me a close friend. We have only known each other for a few weeks. My heart hurt at the thought of him seeing me like that. My mind wondered more and more spiralling into more negative thoughts, does everyone see me like that? Should I text him and apologies for over reacting? My thoughts are cut short when my phone vibrates.
"You still coming to Stephs party tomorrow night?" It's sage, I reply saying yes even though My mind tells me to cancel I know I need to stop isolating myself for the world.