On the school grounds, not too far away from the classrooms at lunch time, two people sat back to back near a huge and wide tree, both oblivious from the other one's presence. The girl yawned, feeling slightly sleepy; today had been a very boring day, not even the Box Ghost had attacked and she was alone all day.
The blue eyed boy gasped when he heard her yawn, turning around abruptly and facing her amethyst eyes. She turned around too and her eyes were full of confusion, which later on turned into a frown. She turned around once more to stand up, but he called her name, wanting desperately for her to stay.
"Sam, please, I know you hate me, but please… I need to talk to you."
Her eyes grew large with confusion, why was he even talking to her? He knew perfectly well when she wanted to be left alone, and this was one of those times. "Talk to the tree, I'm leaving."
He sighed, lowering his baby blue eyes sadly. "But… it's important. It's about… a few days ago, remember? When you…"
"Look, it wasn't in that way. I thought you knew it already." She gulped feeling slightly guilty. "I'm sorry if you thought it was for real."
"You mean… it was fake?" He closed his eyes sadly. "But… you don't understand, Sam."
She sighed in annoyance, glaring at him as much as she could. "What is it that you want to tell me Da-"
"I love you."
Sam didn't know what to do, out of everything she expected to hear, this was the last of her list. "I-I'm sorry… I don't feel that way."
And with that, he ran away, finally confessing what was inside of him, but getting heartbroken at the last minute. Nobody would even imagine how sensible he was deep inside, even though he appeared to be rough on the outside. A football star, king of high school, hottest boy in Amity Park, rejected by a Goth freak…
Sam Manson had said no to Dash Baxter.
