Chapter 3

The new kid, Aaron, watched what she did. How she used the resources around her was stunning and clever to him. Sam walked out of the school.

"Hey," Aaron called to her as he exited the school. "Wait up!"

Aaron caught up with her. "That was awesome what you did back there."

"Thanks," Sam said. "But it was amateur stuff."

"You kidding? I never would've thought to do something like that."

Sam chuckled and shook her head. Family kids, She thought to herself. They think everything I do is some special superpower.

"You know," Aaron said after a moment later. "Me and my friends are going up to the country club this weekend. You wanna come."

"First day in Dimmsdale and you already got friends?"

"Hey Aaron," A student called as she ran towards them.

Veronica, Sam said to herself. Should've known Aaron was with the popular crowd.

"What are you doing hanging out with this loser?" Veronica asked as she leaned up against Aaron's shoulder.

"Excuse me," Sam said. "But this loser happens to have a name of her own."

"Yeah, yeah, tell me when I care. So who is she and what are you doing around her?"

"Oh her," Aaron said. "She's no one, I mean . . .oh, man."

"Haha," Sam chuckled a little. "Not the best choice of words, dipstick. And about the country club, the kind of kids that go to a rich dump like that . . . I'd rather spit in their faces than be a part of their crowd. Have a nice, popular life, Aaron."

Sam walked away with a smile on her face. "Wait, come back." Aaron called as she walked away. "Why did you call her a loser, Veronica?"

"Because popular kids don't need someone as worthless as her. Besides, you're with me, not her."

"I told you a million times and I've only been here for a day, I'm not into you. And if anybody should wear the loser title, it's you."

"Fine, if that's the way you think about me, we're through." Veronica stomped away.

"We were never together." Aaron walked back to his house.

Sam was watching the conversation between them while hiding in the bushes. "Huh, he's kinda nice." Sam said, but instantly shook her. "Oh, come now, Street Rat, you're judging the book by the cover. You know nothing about him. He's more than likely all style and no heart, just like any good-looking popular."

She looked back once more at Aaron. She rested her elbows on a trashcan, and rested her hands on her face. She tilted her head with interest, and before she knew . . .hearts began to dance in her eyes, but they instantly disappeared. "Snap out of it. You're a Street Kid. You stand alone. It's how it's always been. Being a family kid is making me too soft." If that's the case, then I've been here too long; maybe it's time to . . .

She looked back once more at Aaron. Hearts reappeared in her eyes.

I'm falling in love . . . with a popular kid . . . Oh man.