"She's amazing," he spoke in a daze, staring at the girl who sat only a few feet away, searching for something on one of the computers in the school library. He quietly observed her figure- She stood about 5"7' with dark, burgundy hair that fell past her shoulders in loose curls. Bright, piercing green eyes. Curvy body. Evenly proportioned. She was beautiful.
"Sam, you haven't even talk to her yet. And how long has she been here, like, a month?"
"I can't just go up and talk to her. She doesn't even know I exist," he replied, eyes still glued on her.
"She can't be that bad, dude. I mean, no one can be more of a bitch than Mikaela."
"Mikaela's not a bitch, Miles."
"Maybe not, but you've got to admit. New girl out scores Mikaela on the hot scale."
"Of course she does. Do you know how many guys have asked her out already?"
"Practically the entire football team. You know, I think they have a bet going on to see who could get to her first."
"Yeah, so you know what that means?"
"What?"
"She's not into jocks. I mean, every jock that has asked her out, she turned them down on the spot. So, you know, that kinda gives me an advantage," he explained, still watching her from afar. His eyes went wide when he saw her stand up and stroll in their direction.
"Oh crap. Dude, she's coming over," Sam mumbled to his friend while shuffling awkwardly in his seat. He and Miles weren't actually doing work on the computers they were on, so they rushed to open up some old assignment.
They silently watched as she looked for a particular book on a nearby shelf.
"See? Not only is she pretty, but she's smart too. Now, so far, I've seen no flaws," Sam whispered.
"Yeah, but you don't know what kind of person she. She may look good on the outside, but inside, she could be a bitch," Miles retorted.
"Would you stop calling everyone a bitch?"
"Alright. Well, if she seems so great, just go talk to her before she finds someone else," Miles suggested, watching as she grabbed the book she was searching for and return to her previous seat.
"Alright, alright. I'll talk to her today..... hopefully.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Maybe I could take
you out and show you around-"
"I gotta tell you, as tempting as that offer sounds, I'm gonna have to decline."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm not planning on being a trophy that you can carry on your arm," I spoke with a stoic face.
A month. Within a month, I have lost track of the number of guys that have asked me out. I probably would have considered accepting their invitations if I hadn't found out about the game that a few of them had going on. Apparently, the entire football team (and even some who weren't) made bets to see who would get a date with me first.
Of course some of them meant no harm, but most of them were in on the little game, so my responses to their offers have become a little bitter over the past couple of days. I couldn't go a week without being asked out by at least four guys a week. And it was infuriating.
Grabbing my bags off the desk, I walked out of the classroom, leaving Mark.... Max? Well, whatever his name was standing at my desk.
"Damn, girl. You got all the guys drooling at your feet," said Marci. She was the first person that spoke to me when I arrived to the school. She was relatively short, about 5'3" with brown hair and black eyes. She was always very entertaining and refreshing to talk to.
"Yeah, but it's getting very old and very tiring. And very annoying."
"Well, there's an upside, you're giving all the bitchy cheerleaders a run for their money," Marci chuckled.
"Are they really that bad? So far, all I've gotten is dirty looks. And that's only from a few of them."
"They don't want to approach you, because if they do, then everyone will know that they have a problem with you. And they don't want anyone knowing that they're jealous of you."
"You know, back at my old school, I really didn't have this problem."
"Didn't you say you went to a Catholic school before this?"
"Yeah."
"Well that's why. You were all to holy to admit your problems."
"Why does everyone think that public school and Catholic schools are different? The only difference is that we all wear the same clothes," I laughed a bit.
"Maybe."
Just as I rounded the
corner, I collided with someone who was walking towards me. The
impact wasn't too hard, but it caused the books the stranger and I
were carrying to fall out of our hands.
"Sorry, I didn't see you," were the first words that came out of my mouth. We both scrambled to the floor to pick up the notebooks and loose papers that scattered around due to the collision.
"No, it was me. I wasn't... watching where..." The first thing I picked up was that he was male. And probably in a few of my classes since he sounded kinda familiar.
I grabbed my books and some of his, then stood up quickly, handing him his belongings.
"Here. Sorry, again," I smiled before walking around the guy and his friend.
"You alright?" Marci asked.
"Yeah, just a little embarrassed."
"Ah, nothing wrong with that. Accidents happen, right?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Dude! Do you know what just happened?"
"I just bumped into Adrianna," Sam answered.
"Yeah! Man, that was the perfect opportunity for you to talk to her!"
"Yeah Miles, after bumping into her and almost pushing her to the ground, I'm gonna ask her "Hey, wanna go out sometime?""
"Well, I'm just trying to offer some helpful advice here."
"That wasn't helpful advice. That was stupid advice," Sam replied stoically as he opened his locker and placed his books inside. But something he saw didn't belong.
He caught sight of a purple string hanging out of one of his textbooks. Pulling the textbook out, he opened it to the book marked page and watched as a purple frilly bookmark fell on the ground. Coming to an obvious explanation, he quickly flipped to the front cover and saw the last name that was written in perfect script.
Adrianna Nadal
A wide smile appeared on his face as he began tapping his friend's hand to get his attention.
"Miles... Miles, this is her book. I grabbed her book by mistake. Do you know what this means, man?"
"Yeah.
You better give her back her book."
"No, idiot. It means
that I'll have to return it to her, so I can talk to her
then."
"Finally. You were really starting to sound like a lovesick puppy," Miles joked.
"Shut up, man."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Who knew planning a party would be so much effin work?" Marci said as we handed out invitations in the hall. I had to keep going back and asking her who I was supposed to give an invite to and who I wasn't.
"Well, you have everything panned, right? Isn't the invitations the last thing you have to do?"
"Yeah, but, mind you, this party took me about two months. So I've been planning it form before I even knew you."
"I guess," I chuckled.
"Come on. We can finish handing these out after class. Let's head in before Mr. Walsh has a fit."
Laughing a bit, I headed towards my locker to grab the books I needed for my last class.
"Hey!"
Stopping in front of my locker, I spun around and came face-to-face with the boy I ran into before.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, I-I grabbed your book. By accident. When w-we bumped into each other... before."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah. Here it is," he said grabbing the book out of his bag and handing it to me.
"Thank you. Thanks so much. I needed this for my research paper for Mr. Craston's class."
"Well then, I'm glad I could help. Wouldn't want you failing because of me, or anything," he joked.
"I sure hope not," I smiled after I replaced the book in my locker. Turning around to fully face him, I examined him quietly. Short, dark brown hair. Dark green eyes. Not all muscles, but a very nice build. Overall, very handsome.
"So, what's the... What's the report on?" he asked next.
"Oh, it's on genocides. In my paper, I'm supposed to focus on the main causes of genocides, and explain what happened during the Armenian and Rwanda genocides, and the holocaust."
"We don't have the same history teacher, do we?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Yeah, cause my assignment is less complicated than that. Mr. Hurst is kind of a pushover, so his assignments aren't as hard as some of the other..."
"Sam!" I announced, finally coming to a realization. He stopped mid sentence and stared at me, confused.
"Your name's Sam, right?"
"Umm, yeah."
"Sam Wit... sorry if I say it wrong. Is it Wit-nickey?"
"Close. It's Witwicky, actually," he laughed.
"Witwicky. Sorry. I just recognized you from some of my classes. We have... what, five classes together?"
"F-Five or six," he replied nonchalantly.
"Really? Well, I better get to class. I have Mr. Walsh next, and he can get a little crazy if his students are late."
"Yeah, sure. Of course."
"Um, thanks again... for returning the book," I said again as I began to walk away.
"Yeah, no problem."
"I'll see you around," I waved as I walked the opposite direction from him.
"I'll be looking forward to it," he replied, and I turned and flashed him one last smile before walking into Mr. Walsh's classroom.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Who were you talking to in the hallway?" Marci questioned.
"Hey, wassup. Nice to see you too," I laughed.
"I'm serious!" she giggled.
"His name is
Sam."
"Witwicky?"
"Yeah, you know him?"
"Somewhat. We're not best friends or anything, but we're cool."
"Yeah, he grabbed my book when we bumped into each other today, and he was just returning it."
"Oh, that's nice. Hey! You should ask him to my party!"
"It's your party. You ask him."
"Aw come on. He's cute, and I could tell that he likes you. I kinda got that vibe," she commented.
"You got a 'vibe' from him returning a book to me?" I inquired, incredulously.
"Come on, come on. Just ask him. You two would be so cute together."
"Ahh..." I waved the idea away, slamming my locker shut. It was too soon for me to think about making him my boyfriend.
"Here. Take this invitation and give it to him personally," she said handing me an invitation.
"No, Marci, I don't want-"
"Sorry babe, gotta go. See you at my house tomorrow at four to set up? Thanks a bunch," she finished, leaving me alone in the hall.
"Marci!" I whined. This girl was going to be the death of me. Even though I didn't want to do it, I knew I was eventually gonna do it.
Placing my earphones on, I walked outside and stood on the front steps. I waited patiently for a few minutes. When he came out, he was rushing down the steps with a paper clutched in his hand.
"Sam!"
He quickly spun around upon hearing my voice and stopped in his tracks. I hurried down the rest of the steps and walked in front of him.
"Hey. What's up?" he greeted.
"Um... You've heard about the party that Marci is having, right?"
"Yeah, everyone's been, uh.. talking about it..." he answered.
"Well,
I got the lucky job of giving out the invitations. I'm supposed to
give it to people I know and people I know she
knows,
so I came to give you one," I finished, smiling and handing him
the invitation.
"Oh... thanks."
"I know it's kinda last minute and everything, but I didn't really know you until this afternoon. And, I thought that you might like to go."
"It's a pool party?" He stated, reading the details of the invitation.
"Yeah. Marci has this huge pool in her backyard, so..."
"I'll... um... I'll try to make it," he nodded and smiled.
"Ok, great. Oh, and you can bring any other friends, if you want. The more people that show up, the better."
"Alright, sure."
I heard a car horn behind me and I turned around to see my Mom waiting in the car. She pointed to her clock, which meant she hat to return to work.
"That's my Mom, so I gotta go."
"Yeah, of course," he nodded.
"So... I'll see you tomorrow. Hopefully," I smiled.
He simply nodded his head, and I bid him one last goodbye before retreating to the car.
"How was school?" She asked after giving me a small hug.
"Eh... school's school," I shrugged.
"Who's that you were talking to?" she questioned next. I knew this was coming.
"That was Sam. He's a classmate," I replied calmly.
"He your boyfriend?"
"No! I just met him today," I laughed.
"Oh... okay."
"Oh, remember that tomorrow is Marci's party, and she asked me to show up at four to help her set up her place."
"Alright. No problem."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I sat on my bed,
typing up my paper for Mr. Craston's class on my laptop. It was
supposed to be four pages long, and so far I had two and a half pages
typed. I was about to start on my next paragraph when my cell phone
buzzed next to me. The screen read "M", so I pressed talk
and held the phone to my ear.
"Hey March, what's up?"
"Did you ask him?" she instantly asked.
"Yes, I asked him," I sighed, a small smile on my lips.
"Yes! Now you just have to make sure you look hot tomorrow."
"I'm not going there to impress anybody. I'm just going there to have fun. And help you."
"Then why'd you invite him?" she pressed.
"Because I wanted to!"
"Ha! So you admit it!" she exclaimed.
I opened my mouth to respond, but closed it in defeat. "Shut up," I laughed, and I heard her laugh from her end.
"So, you know what you're gonna wear?"
"I don't know. I have it down to two dresses and two bathing suits. I can't decide yet."
"Well, I've been so busy with everything else, I don't even have my clothes out yet."
"Well what are you doing now?"
"My parents left a few hours ago, so I'm rearranging the house a bit, and taking up all the valuables," she explained.
"Smart move."
"Thank you," she laughed.
I jumped slightly when the phone downstairs began ringing.
"Hold on for a minute, Marce."
"Alright," she said as I placed the
phone down on the bed and ran downstairs. I got to the living room
where the phone was. I was about to pick it up, but I stopped myself
and decided to let the machine answer it. It rang three more times
before the beep of the answering machine was heard.
"Hey
Rebecca, it's me. You there?"
I gripped the edge of the couch, closing my eyes and letting out a sigh.
"Well, when you get there, can you call me? I really want to talk to Aide. I mean, she can't avoid me forever," he pleaded.
"The hell I can't," I said quietly to myself. Shaking my head, I walked back upstairs. Upon reaching the top stairs, I heard another beep from the phone, signaling that he hung up.
Re-entering my room, I put my cell back to my ears.
"Sorry about that."
"Everything okay?"
"Yeah... everything's fine."
AN: Okay, I apologize for the long wait, but I had to prepare for the hardest regents of my life, and I'm glad I did, cause I passed with flying colors!
Well, I know the end of this chapter was a bit confusing, and maybe some of you have figured it out already, but for those who don't, it'll all be explained soon.
I tried my best to keep Sam in character in this, but if you see anything wrong with him, just message me and tell me what to change.
I'd like to take this time and thank all the people who have reviewed the story. Your words are very encouraging. Thanks a bunch!
Sincerely,
PoisonLipz
