Chapter 12

Leah couldn't believe she was doing this. But she knew she had to. She and Sam had to talk.

Ever since the funeral, Leah had left the reservation. She had gone away, driving around, staying at various motels and ignoring her mother's pleas to come home.

Now Leah knew that had to end. She had to talk to someone. And no understood the pain she was in more than Sam.

So here she was, standing outside Sam's door, staring at her ex-boyfriend.

And Sam was giving her a weird look...like he was seeing her for the first time.

Two others came into view.

Dammit! Paul and Jared were here.

"I'll come back another time," Leah said. She didn't want Paul and Jared there. It would be even more awkward.

"No, that's cool," Jared said, quickly. "We were just leaving."

Paul nodded in agreement.

Leah smiled gratefully. "Thanks."

Soon the house was empty, except for Leah and Sam.

She took this chance to look around.

She had only been here once, and she had been to see Emily a few weeks ago. But the house had changed a lot. It wasn't as welcoming as she remembered it. In fact, it looked dreary and depressing and...kind of eerie.

And it smelled.

Leah looked into the kitchen and saw beer bottles everywhere.

Well, at least she knew where the smell was coming from.

"You need help cleaning up?" Leah asked, still refusing to look at Sam.

Sam, on the other hand, only had eyes for Leah. Had her hair always been that long? He didn't remember it being so shiny.

"We should start with the kitchen," Leah continued, now looking at him. "Where are the garbage bags?"

But Sam wasn't listening. He was too mesmerized by her eyes. Her big, beautiful dark brown eyes. The exact eyes that had made him fall in love with her when he was a sophomore.

And her lips...Sam could see she was wearing lip gloss. He had a sudden desire to find out what flavor it was.

Leah sighed. It was obvious that she wasn't going to get help from Sam.

"Okay, then, why don't you sit down?" Leah said, leading Sam to the couch. "I'll clean up myself."

As Sam watched Leah head back into the kitchen, he fought the urge to reach out and pull her back.

He didn't know why but for some reason he didn't want Leah to leave his side.


Yay! Sam is in love with Leah!

Now im warning you guys. After this, it might get sort of...steamy.

sorry that is so short.