Chapter Four – Don't You Forget About Me

So you know when you wake up so late, that you can't even make yourself a breakfast or throw on some decent clothes?

Well that happened today. It was a couple days after the Sue's cookies fiasco. I woke up with half an hour till school started so you can imagine my alarm.

I quickly threw the covers off, put on a random pair of jeans and a light gray thermal. Not my best outfit. I quickly brushed my teeth, hair, and didn't even have time to put on makeup. I packed up my bag and rushed out the door, to the bus stop, and just climbed on when it pulled away. As I sat down next to Raven, I sighed in relief.

"Woke up late again?"

"Shut up and tell me you have a cookie or something."

"Sorry Sammy-"

"Don't call me that."

"Sorry Sam, I'm buying lunch today. And I had a big breakfast so I didn't give myself I snack."

"I hate you. Water?"

She shook her head. I groaned and leaned against the window.

5 hours later and I'm almost asleep in my locker. I realize I didn't pack any money for lunch or a snack. My knees are so weak I actually feel like I might pass out. I hadn't had anything to drink or eat that day, and I have the last lunch. All day I had dragged my body around class, trying to participate and do my best with the work but my headache got worse and worse and after a while, Raven began dragging me around instead. I grabbed my art sketchbook, and closed my locker as hard as I could, creating a headache. On the way to art, I stop by the water fountain so you can imagine my disappointment when a large, "out of order," sign is placed on it. Everything hates me. Seriously.

I arrived relatively on time for Art, and I took my seat on my regular stool.

"Okay guys, today we're going to be creating a piece of artwork in groups at our table. I want you to create something that represents your group altogether, and I want everyone to participate. I'll pass out the rubric." My art teacher, Mrs. Samuel announced. She threw a piece of paper out our table and I got to it first. Must be a 3D piece, can be abstract, must have an element of each group on it.

I'd rather be asleep in my bed right now, after having some advil and a gallon of water. And some soup. That'd be nice. I yawned and laid.

Raven, and a few of my other friends stood up and began discussing ideas. Unicorns, popcorn, pizza, nail polish. Too much for my small head, very much disoriented right now. I stood up as well, trying to help, when I felt my heart quicken a little bit abnormally. I put my hand over my chest, and pulled back my hair, realizing I had gone into a cold sweat. What was wrong with me? Why wasn't anyone noticing?

"Uh, Sam, are you okay?" I finally heard Raven's voice.

But I didn't want to bring attention to myself. "Yeah… I'm fine." I managed to say in a breathy tone.

But I wasn't alright.

I looked everywhere around the room, trying to find someone who could help me, when I met someone's deep, brown eyes.

His. They were his eyes. The first time in a year I had seen his eyes and they never left mine. I felt something, some weird, amazing surge of electricity between us. A bond, a connection. His eyes became closer and closer till I managed to snap out of the daze and honestly comprehend that Seth was facing me. We were face to face.

My head continued to pound, with everyone still working around the room. Seth finally got to me, and I noticed how his face and eyes were filled with concern. For me. "Sammy, my Sammy." He whispered.

"Seth, my head. It really hurts."

I noticed that tears were beginning to form from the pain from my head. Seth raised his hand and slowly, gently, wiped away the tears before gathering me in this chest. The warmth and comfort of it engulfed my body."Shhh, it'll be alright. It'll be okay Sammy, shhh." He cooed.

That's when everything went black.

It was a weird dream, I can tell you that.

I was a unicorn. Now don't look at me like that.

So I was a unicorn, and Seth, Jacob, and their friends were human. So you might've thought that I was the abnormal one, the unicorn. But everyone else was a unicorn. Raven was too, and she had black hair. That's how I knew it was Raven.

So then those two people that I saw with Jake the other day appeared, and they were human too. And they and Seth and his friends starting fighting with each other and all the unicorns started neighing. I think it was supposed to be because we were scared. But then Seth hopped up on me and we flew away.

As I awoke, the first thing I noticed was how uncomfortable the thing I was lying on was. I stretched my muscles in opened my eyes.

"Oh! She's awake, Mrs. Keyes!" Raven's happy voice rang out. Once my vision wasn't blurred, I noticed that I was lying on a cot in the nurse's office. Great, I fainted. I turned my head to the side and saw Raven's smiling face on mine.

"Hi!"

I groaned, "I really fainted, didn't I?"

"Yeah, and Seth caught you. I didn't even notice him with you. I didn't know you guys were friends again."

I shot up in the cot. That really happened, didn't it? Seth looked at me, Seth talked to me. Seth wiped my tears away. Seth hugged me. Seth called me Sammy.

WHAT THE HELL.

Okay, someone seriously needed to explain to me what was going on. Why did Seth help me, why was he looking at me? I mean, yeah I guess I looked really sick so anyone would've helped me but c'mon, this is Seth. The guy who was my best friend and basically abandoned me a year ago. The boy I actually loved. The boy I had known since kindergarten. He was the last person I would've expected to have noticed me.

"Sam?"

"No, we're not friends. Definitely not. I don't know what the hell happened back there. What was wrong with me?"

"Oh, Mrs. Keyes said you were dehydrated and you didn't have enough food in your body to keep you awake."

"I didn't have any food in my body."

"Well whose fault is that?"

"It's not mine! My alarm clock is broken!"

"Sure it is."

"Shut up Raven. Anyways what happened after I fainted?"

"Well Seth basically freaked and said we had to get you to the nurse so I went with him, but he insisted on carrying you. And while we were walking, you were mumbling something about unicorns and then we got you here and Seth wouldn't leave for 10 minutes but then that Paul kid and some other dudes took him away and I think they left. It's been half an hour since you fainted, it's lunch right now."

"Ugh, just kill me now."

"Aw, I would never do that."

"Raven."

"Not when you just fainted."

After that whole fiasco, my mom had to come and pick me up from school and drop me off at home. "Relax yourself and drink a lot of water. Don't stress. I'll be back late tonight, love you, bye." And then she drove off.

I went to my room and put on some sweatpants and went downstairs. For the past hour, I had been watching Spongebob and Drake and Josh. I was following my mother's wishes and had a water bottle by my side and some crackers with the headache medicine if I needed it. I was still a little woozy.

That's when the doorbell rang.

I sighed and got off the couch a little too fast, hurting my head a bit. I shuffled against the cold tiles with my socks and when I got the door, I swung it open.

"Hey."

Seth.

I slammed the door shut. I know, I know. I loved him and all. But seriously, I have no idea what to think of him right now. Is he playing me?

I leaned against the door for a few minutes and thought. Maybe he had a reason why he broke of our friendship. Maybe he didn't. Should I give him a chance to explain? I looked out the window beside the door. He was still there. I sighed.

I slowly opened the door. He was standing there in jeans and a t-shirt, and even though his head was bowed down he was still much taller than me. When I opened the door, he looked up and his brown eyes were full of sadness and guilt. I felt bad.

"Let me explain."

"Go ahead."

"Can I come in?"

"I only let my friends in my house."

"Sammy, please, let me in." He had me at Sammy. He would always get what he want when he called me that.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the door, "Fine."

He walked in and I closed the door after him. The second I turned around, he started talking.

"You have to understand that I didn't want to stop being your best friend, I didn't want to leave you. It wasn't my choice, I had too. And I wish I never had to do it. I regret having to do it so harshly and how I never even looked at you. I couldn't because I couldn't bear to see your face, and your sadness. But if only I had, this wouldn't have had to happen. I wouldn't have had to leave you. I could have had you, simply like that." His voice started to lower and his eyes had become more intense as he spoke. My heart begun to race. How did he feel about me?

After a few minutes, I sighed deeply, "Seth, please tell me what happened. Why did you have to stop our friendship. Why?"

Seth took a deep breath, "I can't tell you right now, Sam. Not when you're like this, faint and unsteady," He took my hands, "but please believe me, Sam. Please trust me."

"I don't know, Seth! How can I believe you when I haven't spoken to you in a year? Tell me how, Seth!"

I didn't even know I had yanked my hands away from his until I felt him grab them again.

"No, Seth! Stop touching me!"

It was then I felt the tears gather in my eyelids and begin to pour out. I couldn't look at him. I felt embarrassed, depressed, confused, and humiliated. I tried to wipe away some tears with my sleeve and then I dashed out the door.

I tried to run as fast as I could across the wet grass with only my socks on. I made it to the mailbox when I felt a warm hand surround my wrist and pull me back to turn around and face him.

"I remember every single thing about you." He growled.

"Yeah, right. I doubt it."

"You have a teddy bear you sleep with every night that you named teddy."

Doesn't prove anything.

"Your only birthmark is the shape of a bean on your leg."

I looked up in his eyes, which were boring into mine.

"You have 6 freckles. You counted them when you were six."

How does he remember this?

"You hate when people yell at you because you don't want anyone to be disappointed in you."

He grabbed the side of my head with one hand gently and my hand with his other.

"You donated $300 to charity last year."

I never even told him that.

"You beat yourself down because you think your dad leaving is your fault."

I felt lightheaded again. How did he know this? My tears once again began to crawl down my cheeks and Seth brushed them away with his thumb.

"I'm the only person allowed to call you Sammy because we're best friends, and we stick like glue."

The tears began to really stream down my face now. I had said that in 6th grade when we had to write an essay on our favorite person and we chose each other and read them to each other.

My body began to flood with emotions, love being the strongest, but hesitation and the fear of being broken came in close. I felt my body shake with sobs and I shrunk down into Seth's body, who lifted and carried me off back into the house.

"I'm sorry Sammy. I'm so sorry."

I don't know how I could have been asleep for so long. About a 7 hour night sleep, an hour in the nurse's office, and another 2 hours later in the afternoon. In my own bed. I awoke to see the time be 3:00. I left the school at around 12:30, but I was guessing the whole Seth ordeal was just a dream, and I had dragged myself into bed once I got home. I sat up in my bed, to see the lights off and a glass of water next to me. Hmm, I was so considerate to myself before falling asleep.

I stretched out my shoulders and arms a bit and shrugged myself out of bed. I put on a pair of gray slippers, opened my bedroom door, and proceeded down the hall and down the stairs. I headed to the living room, hoping for there to be Rugrats on right now. I walked inside the room and nearly stood frozen when I saw the figure sitting on a chair, looking at me.

Oh, crap. It wasn't a dream.

Seth scratched his jaw and stood up from the chair, and walked over to me.

"Are you going to run away again?"

I shook my head. "No."

"Can we talk?"

I sighed. "I guess."

"Alright, let's sit down. I don't want you to keep standing in this state."

I looked down at myself, and I guess I looked a little shaky, but I didn't feel that bad. I looked up to Seth and he was looking at me weirdly. Concern was hazy but noticeable in his eyes.

Seth hooked his hand onto my arm pulled me down onto the sofa, and then let go of my arm. I didn't want him too though. His hand was warm and strong, and this house was really cold. I shook that thought out of my head and waited for Seth to sit down in the seat in front of me.

"Look, Sam. I can't tell you everything right now, okay? I really wish I could just spill it all out, like I wanted to in the first place, but even though you think you're fine, you're a little all over the place now. Tired, confused, I know. Just hear me out, okay."

I didn't look at him but I nodded my head, gathering my knees with my arms and resting my head on the top.

"One year ago, the day my dad died," his voice was strong but his voice shook a little, "That night, was not at all how it should have gone."

I looked up at him, "What are you talking about?"

"When I told you we couldn't be friends again, I should have just been a man and looked you in the eyes."

Jeez, hurtful. I rose my eyebrows at him. He must have realized that he said that wrong and tried again.

"I was scared of seeing your face. I was worried that I would see the hurt in your eyes and be like putty in your hands, and tell you everything, tell you the truth."

I took my hands off my knees and lowered them to the ground. "And what is the truth, Seth?"

"That part I can't tell you yet. But I can tell you that I was a coward to not look at you and I was an ass to leave you there, in the night outside. It was the worst thing I could've of done, and believe me, Sam told me how stupid it was."

"Sam?"

"Sam Uley."

"Oh, yeah, about that. Since when were you friends with Sam Uley? Isn't he like twenty something? And what about Leah…"

Seth sighed, "That part I can't tell you yet either. But it'll make sense. I just want you to know that I'm sorry for what happened that night, and I didn't mean a word of it, you know. I don't expect you to forgive me though, Sammy."

My heart jumped at the name. "It's not something I can forgive Seth, it's something I have to understand. Right now, I'm a little confused."

Seth leaned against the chair. "I don't blame you. But right now, we're okay. Right? At least a little bit."

I leaned against the sofa as well and closed my eyes. "Yeah. We're okay."

I opened my eyes to see Seth smiling at me adorably, his eyes happier than before. I hated how I could forgive him so easily.

"I'm going to find something to eat in the kitchen. I'll be right back." I began to stand up from the couch.

"Will you be okay in there?"

I scoffed. "I'll be fine, Seth."

I rose from the couch a little too fast and got a little dizzy, and Seth looked at me concerned. I smiled weakly and guided my way through the house into the kitchen, latching my hands onto things to keep my steady. I wandered around the room and came across the cookies from the other night. I unwrapped the plastic wrap and grabbed a cookie, and bit on it.

I tried to sit down on the stools near the counter but there was no stool. It must've looked really stupid and I was waiting for my butt to come into contact with the hard floor when something caught me. Something warm and strong around my waist brought me up back to a standing position. I looked down on it. It was an arm. And I'm pretty sure it was Seth's.

"Jesus Sammy, you scared me." His warm breath skimmed along the skin on my neck. I'm pretty sure the speed of my heart racing was not healthy at all. I nervously plucked his arm off of my waist and calmed myself down before turning around to face him.

He was still the Seth I knew before. Sure he was more muscley, attractive, and a taller than I remembered, but I still saw Seth. He still had those big brown eyes, that wide smile that lit up his face and his eyes, that huggable body, and that irresistible face. I sighed, Seth's eyes were boring into mine, confused. I did something I didn't think I'd be able to do for a while.

I hugged him.

My arms wound around his body and my head under his. I think I surprised him at first but he accepted to embrace and put his hands around me. It was like a cocoon, a warm circle of comfort.

"I missed you Seth."

"I missed you too Sammy."

A/N: I know it took me kind of a while to update, but next week is February vacation so I'll be writing a lot! Tomorrow is Valentine's Day! I'm not really excited, considering I don't have a boyfriend, and probably never will. But it's always exciting.

I hope you liked this chapter, and you all probably did. I want to get to 30 reviews in total by the time I get in the next chapter. It's kind of a goal. The next one is going to be kind of difficult for me to write but I'll tryyy(:

I want you guys to remember that even though Seth is a werewolf, he still gets along very well with the Cullen's. And that will appear in the story, remember that (:

I've been into a lot of literature lately. I want to start two series, The Hunger Games and The House of Night. Then I also want to read The Tales of Beedle the Bard and some fanficton stories and some fictionpress stories. Then I also have school so my agenda is a pretty big mess right now which is why I'm very excited for vacation. I think I'm babbling and you guys don't really care so I'll go now.

-Amber :)