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Chapter Ten.
Darcy was walking through the long hall way of the eastern block of the school with Vicky and Miller to their English class.
Miller had taken to hanging out with the girls as much as possible. Most of the time he had showed up to where ever they were uninvited and joined in. Clothes shopping on weekends, at the pool, in the art rooms at lunch break, you name it, he popped up out of nowhere.
Weirdo, Vicky thought.
"What are you doing tonight Miller?" Darcy asked, the untold plan was to find out if Miller was busy, if he was, then the girls were free to do what ever with no danger of him tagging along.
"I'm having dinner with my parent's and sister at the new Italian place in town. It's my parent's anniversary. What about you guys?" He asked.
"Nothing, homework for me. What about you Vick?" Darcy looked at Vicky and knew that they would be doing something tonight, and it wasn't homework.
"Same really. Boring huh?" Vicky replied, and the two girls started playing up how much homework they had to do so no more parties, hoping Miller would back off for a few days.
"Did you see what happened between the new girl and Belinda Cartwright yesterday after school?" Miller asked the girls, who looked at him with blank faces and shook their heads.
"Oh my God!! Bitch fight overload! Belinda thought that the new girl, Carla, was hitting on her man Huw so slapped her in the car park by her fancy new car! Carla obviously wasn't having any of it so slapped her back. I say slap, it was more like a full on right hook! Next thing you know they're both rolling aroung on the floor pulling hair and ripping clothes untill Huw waded in and seaperated them!" Miller informed them.
"Why would she accuse the new girl like that? Was Carla really hitting on Huw?" Darcy asked.
"More like Huw was hitting on Carla!" Vicky began, "He'll do anyone as long as he gets some!"
"True, he always slimes on every girl with a pulse!" Darcy stated.
"DARCY!!" A familiar voice echoed down the hall, but Darcy thought it was just her imaganiation so carried on joking with her friends about who would be hit on by Huw "the spew" next.
"DARCY!! DARCY!!"
A hand landed on Darcy's shoulder and she shreiked with fright and truned around to give a peice of her mind to the ass hole who had scared her and interrupted her conversation.
"Sam?" She blinked, she stood there wordless, looking like an a starteled goldfish.
"Yeah, miss me?" Sam smilled, he was slightly out of breath from running all the way down the hall to catch up with her.
"..........." Darcy didn;t have the owrds to say anything, she thought he was halfway across the country.
"I think what Darcy is trying to say, is hey!" Vicky said nudging her friend hard in her side.
"Sam. Oh my God, what are you doing here?" Darcy had finally remembered how to speak.
"Yeah, cool huh?! My dad got a job about ten miles out from here so it looks like we'll be here a while. It's good to see you again Darce." He placed his hand in her arm. "You ok?"
"Yeah, I just thought you'd be long gone by now." Darcy was still in shock.
The bell rang out through the entire school to let the pupils know it was time to get to class.
"I got to go to class Sam, catch up later?" She said, being towed along by her friend in the direction of her next class.
"Sure, later Darcy!" Sam walked off to his next class which was two rooms away from Darcy.
Sam walked through the door of his American Literature class and sat at a spare table.
There was Miller in the seat opposite him and a short, mousey girl with glasses and a football jock.
"Sam hey! How are you?" Miller asked, his smile widened, this was going to be interesting.
"I'm good Miller, thanks."
"I'm sorry I haven't introduced you guys. This is Carla and Gareth. Cara's new here too and Gareth is a friend of Darcy's."
"Hey dude, what's up?" The jock asked. He was taller than Sam, muscular and had olive skin and brown eyes.
"Not much, it's nice to meet you." Sam was polite. Got out his notebook and pen and waited for the teacher to come in.
"Miller, what's up with Darcy today? She's hardly said two words to me." Gareth asked, not bothering to write the date on his empty sheet of paper. Carla just kept her head down and doodled.
"Well since you practically mauled her the other week at the party, can you blame her?" Miller replied. He knew Sam was listening and was slighlty amused by the situation.
"You're with Darcy?" Sam asked the not too bright jock.
"Dude, I wish! She's one hot peice of ass!" He replied with a smirk, not knowing about her history with the new boy.
If looks could kill, Gareth would have suddenly found himself hanging from the light fixture.
This was when Miller waded in, this was going to be funk, he thought.
"Sam here used to date Darcy. They had a pretty intense relationship over the summer." He smiled between Sam and Gareth.
"Way to go man, I hope you tapped that good!" Gareth laughed.
"That's no way to talk about her." Carla piped up, "She's a nice girl."
Gareth could see the look of anger on Sam's face.
"Woah, sorry man." He put his hands up to show defeat.
"It's ok." Sam finally exhaled.
Miller was dissapointed that there was no violent out burst from Sam, but then again, from what he remembered Sam was the prefect gentleman.
Ahhhh Sam, Miller thought, how vulnerable you look today. How cute and lost you seem. I missed you.
"So Miller, " Sam interrupted his thoughts. "How was the rest of your summer?"
Miller smiled at the shaggy haired boy.
"It was quiet with out you around. You and your brother seemed to liven things up a lot when you visited." Miller kicked himself as soon as the words left his mouth. He hoped he wasn't blushing or fluttering his eye lashes at the boy! That would give the game away too soon!
"Right class, pop quiz!" The teacher announced as he walked on in to the class room.
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Darcy had decided to skip class and she had dragged Vicky over to the library, where the young woman behind the desk has blood red hair and a nose ring. She was listening to her iPod loudly and not bothering to pay attention to the girls as they walked over to there usual hiding place behind the last shelves at the back of the room. It was quiet there and no one ever looked there for books, Darcy had spotted it when she was doing some research for a class project two years before. There was a radiator there, and the girls had snuck in two beanbags they picked up form a second hand store and no one had taken them away.
That was often people came to this little sction.
Darcy flounced down on to the nearly threadbare bean bag and sighed. She liked being in this part of the school, the books were all really old and had a musty smell to them. It was the Theology and Religion section. Two very unpopular subjects with her fellow pupils.
"He's here? Darcy did you know any thing about this?" Vicky sat down and rummaged through her bag for her emergancy chocolate stash.
"No. I can't beleive it! He never called. I've not heard anything from him in a month! I just don't know why he's here!" Darcy took the small chocolate bar her friend handed her.
"He did say his dad's got work here. Do you think he'll stay long? Do you think Dean's here too?" Vicky quizzed her friend.
"I don't know. What am I going to do Vick?"
Vicky looked at her friend, she looked shocked still, and worried.
"Well I suggest you talk to him. Ask him why he's here and how long he'll be staying. Then ask him what the two of you are going to do about your relationship, because you guys didn't exactley end on the best terms did you?" Vick was always on hand with good advice.
"Well, we didn't officially end it. We argued and he never went back to the house so I left. All he's spoken to is my machine and I've left messages with dad to pass on." Darcy rubbed her temples.
"So you guys haven't had any actual interaction since summer?"
"Nope. That sounds awfull doesn't it?"
"Yeah it does. Look, you guys should talk and then go from there. Don't panic about it, just do it."
"You sure that talking to him is a good idea?"
"Well what else are you going to do? Avoid him and move schools? Have the worlds longest period so you can stay home and fake cramps?"
Darcy and Vicky smiled. They had so often used that as an excuse to stay home and chill out.
"Hey, remember that time we used that excuse when really we just wanted to go ice skating last winter?" Darcy asked.
"How can I forget?!! Vicky smiled, "You couldn't figure out how to stop and skated so fast in to the plastic barrier it was like a cartoon! Your face plastered to the barracade and sliding down it as you fell on your ass? I swear my ribs hurt for a week after you did that!"
The girls giggled but then hushed up incase they got caught skipping class.
"Hey, did you notice what class Sam went in to?" Darcy asked.
"Um, I think is was American Literature with Miller, why?"
"OH CRAP!" Darcy exclaimed, "That's the same class as Gareth!"
A look of horror crept across Vicky's face.
"As in the Gareth who was all over you at the party Gareth? The one who spread that you guys had made out and got all hot and heavy to the entire football team?"
"That's the only Gareth I know of Vick. I got to go speak to Sam before Gareth does!" Darcy got up, grabbed her bag and bolted out of the library and down the rabbit warren of hall ways in order to make to Sam before any damage could be done.
Vicky rolled her eyes and followed soon after but more slowly than her hurricane of a friend. This was going to be a long day.
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Darcy was waiting by the door as Sam walked out. She grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the crowd which was heading towards the lunch room at a fast pace.
"Sam, we have to talk." She said to him, a hint of panic in her voice.
"Sure." Sam was annoyed and sad at the same time. How could she have gotten over him so quickly when he never stopped thinkng about her? He guessed he would just have to let her have her say.
"I've got my car out side. Let's talk there." She said, Sam nodded and motioned for her to lead the way.
It was a tense and silent long walk to Darcy's BMW unlocked it and got in the drivers side and Sam went and sat in the passenger seat.
"It's been a long time Sam." She said, looking at him. She looked hurt, and so did he.
"I know. But did you have to sleep with the most stupid guy you could?" He was angry and in pain at the thought of her with someone else. Especially someone like Gareth.
Sam, no I haven't slept with any one. Didn't Miller tell you? Gareth and I made out and I stopped but he was all over me Sam. I left after that and he spread it around that we had slept together."
"No he didn't. Gareth said you were avoiding him and Miller was a bit vauge."
"Why are you here Sam? This isn't the only school in Dakota you know?"
"I know." He was hurt buy that comment. "Don't you want me here Darce?"
"We didn't part on best terms Sam. And I'm sorry about that, but that's how it played out, and we've not spoken since."
"But we didn't break up either."
"But we didn't say we were staying together either."
"I'm sorry that I hurt you. I was confused and angry, I thought you were using me."
Darcy let out a sigh and placed her hadns on the wheel and stared in to space, not making eye contact with the broken boy in the seat veside him.
"I was Sam. At first, it was just a summer fling, but then things heated up and I fell for you, then we came here for those few days. I haven't stopped thinking about how awfull it was to do that, but I did love you." She looked at Sam.
"Did? You mean you don't any more?"
"No, I still do, I can't switch off my feelings like a tap Sam."
"I still love you."
"I know you do."
"You really haven't been with any one else?"
Darcy shook hear head and put her hands in her lap.
"Where do we go from here Sam?" Darcy felt worn and tired.
"Well, I was thinking lunch with a beautiful girl?" He smiled at her as his stomach rumble. Darcy gave a weak smile and nodded. They both got out the car and Sam walked over to DArcy and hugged her.
"I missed you so much baby." He kissed the top of her head.
"Missed you to Sammy. Let's eat, I'm starved." They walked off towards the cafeteria, Sam took her hand in his. Darcy looked at him and smiled.
They entered the room and saw Vicky sitting with Miller and Carla in the middle table of the room.
Gareth walked over and looked like he was going to put his two cents in but Darcy stopped him saying anything.
"Gareth, you've met my boyfriend Sam right?" She smiled sweetly at he not too bright muscle head.
"Hey." Sam gave a smile and a quick wave. Gareth look stuck for words and all he could do was nod and walk off.
The love birds went and sat with their frineds and Miller started to joke about Gareth looking like a baboon on steroids, but inside he was furious. The only reason he dropped Gareth in it was so Sam would get so mad at Darcy he couln't be calmed and wouldn't go back to her.
Miller was hatching up a plan as they all chatted over lunch.
That bitch doesn't deserve him, she'll pay. Sam'll be mine, he thought, taking out his anger on his jacket potato.
