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Chapter 7



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"What? What do you want? You want me to say that you can go be with her? You want me to say that everything is okay? Well, you can't, and it's not!"

"Jules, nothing happened between us. I was just comforting her. She needed someone," Auggie tried to explain to her.

"I should have known that you were too good to be true. I should have known as soon as she came that you would go back to her. I don't know what made me think that I could keep you."

"Jules, I'm with you. I don't know why you don't get it. She is just a friend. She needed me that night. I was the only one that understood what was going through her head. Me Jules, me."

"Yeah, you. She is here to take you. She is here to take you away from me!"

"Jules, she is not taking me away from you. She isn't, I swear," his hand grazed her check wiping away the falling tears.

She pushed him away with a harsh shove, "I don't get it. How can you do this to me? I didn't believe it at first, but now I know the truth. Why don't you just go and be with her? Why don't you?"

"Cause I'm with you Jules. I'm not with her anymore. I'm with you and nothing that you do, or that she does, is gonna change that," he pulled her close to him and kissed her forehead, nose, and then lips. He pulled back to see if she is okay. She smiled and he knew that they were going to be together for a long time.



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Samantha had been watching the whole scene. Auggie had run out the door and she had followed, leaving Peter alone with the other cliffhangers and no one to yell at. She stopped on the porch, waiting to see why Jules was so upset, why Auggie was so concerned with her, and what was going to happen. She didn't like the ending results. 'Why hadn't Auggie told me that him and Jules were a couple? Why hadn't Jules told me? Why hadn't anyone told me? I can't believe I actually thought that I could come back here and continue everything where I had left off. What was I thinking?' She looked at the happy couple once more and turned back inside to get the wrath of Peter thrown at her, first for spending the night in the boys' room and then for running off right before he had a chance to punish her and put her on shuns. 'Well, good luck to them and here goes nothing.'

Peter looked into her eyes, seeing the pain that had newly formed. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing Peter. Just tell me what my consequences are, okay?"

Peter didn't want to push the subject, knowing how Samantha would respond, so he said, "Well, as you probably know, you're on shuns for the next week. So, you know what that means. Just don't get into any fights or anything and I think you'll be okay."

"Yeah, I'll be just great." She said sarcastically and took her seat behind Shelby.

Samantha didn't know what to think. 'Could this really be true or are my eyes lying to me?' She didn't want to have seen the truth and she felt like a piece of her was missing. It was lost someplace that she knew she would never be able to get it back from. 'Why do I trust people so much? Why am I so stupid?' She didn't have the answers. She didn't have the answers to anything. Not even to the easiest question in the world.

"Well, what did you see out there?" Shelby asked just trying to aggravate her. Not really wanting an answer. "I told you to watch your back." Her words became unpleasant and vile. "Auggie isn't yours anymore. Why don't you just let him and Jules be?"

"Why don't you just let me be you whore?" she responded harshly, not noticing what she had said until it was too late.

"What did you call me?" Shelby asked.

"You heard me," she responded half dead.

"You bitch! I can't believe you just called me that!" Shelby stood up and hovered over Samantha.

"Why not? It's true isn't it?" she asked already knowing the answer and not even bothering to look up.

"You don't even know me! And even if you did, that would still give you no right to call me that!"

"I never asked for the right to call you it. I just did."

Shelby couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't take the way Samantha came in just thinking that everything would go back to the way it was. She couldn't take the way Samantha almost got her boyfriend in trouble. And she really couldn't take the fact that Samantha didn't even look at her when she talked. She didn't like it when people brought up her past and used it against her and her rage overwhelmed her. She swung her fist at Samantha's head and bam.

Peter had heard the commotion between the two from across the room and came running over. Shelby was on top of Samantha punching her, left, right, left, right. Samantha trying to defend herself, her hands shielding her face and elbows saving her ribs, but in the back of her mind she could still hear Peter's voice, 'Just don't get into any fights or anything and I think you'll be okay.'

Shelby didn't even stop to take a breath. She kept beating and beating Samantha. Peter pulled Shelby from Samantha. "What is going on here?" he asked. Samantha pulled herself to her feet and backed away from them, her nose bleeding. Shelby struggled to get free from Peter's hold, but couldn't. "What do you think you are doing?" He pushed her down into a nearby chair. "Calm down Shelby!"

She sat there, like an angel, just long enough for Peter's hands to leave her shoulders. She jumped up from the seat and lunged at Samantha once again. She had her pinned to the floor. "Don't call me that! Don't you ever call me that! Ever! You hear me?" The pain became familiar, comforting, and Samantha didn't struggle. She laid there taking hit after hit, punch after punch. Peter once again pulled Shelby from her.

"Stop it, Shelby! Stop it!" This time he didn't take any chances. He pushed her into the chair again and didn't take his hands off her. "What's going on here?" he asked.

Samantha didn't attempt to respond and Shelby took the opportunity. "She called me a whore!"

Samantha felt Peter's eyes on her and turned away. "Why did you call her a whore?"

She didn't want to answer. She just wanted to be left alone. She wanted to run, gather her thoughts. Too many things had happened within a short amount of time and she didn't know how to respond to half of them.

She took too much time and Peter had to repeat himself, "Well? Why did you call her a whore?"

"I dunno," she mumbled. Daisy's, who had been watching the whole thing, jaw dropped. 'What is she doing? She is gonna let Shelby get off scott- free? This isn't like Sam at all.'

"What do you mean you dunno? You know I don't accept that answer. Why did you call her a whore?"

Samantha could have thought of a better answer, but she didn't want to. She wanted to tell him, but didn't want Shelby to get in trouble for some reason, she didn't know why though. 'It's my fault that she was telling me to watch my back. I should have left Auggie and Jules alone. I shouldn't have thought that I could pick back up where I left off.' Then, the perfect answer came to her. "Well, she is one."

Peter did not like this response at all. He frowned while Shelby glared at her. "You know that you're just digging yourself deeper into the hole you made right?"

Samantha knew what she was doing. She figured that if she could piss Peter off he would give up on her and then she wouldn't have to worry about what he thought of her anymore.

"Well, you just upped your shuns to two weeks. I hope you enjoy them. And as for you Shelby, you have a week too. You didn't think that you weren't going to get away with throwing the first punch without some kind of punishment, did you?" Peter then turned to the class. "Well, I guess we aren't going to get too much done today. But, everyone open your English books to page 342. I want you to read the poem and then write a little something on it. Does about a page sound good to you? It sounds good to me." Everyone in the class awed and whined about the assignment, but Peter was exhausted from everything that had happened within the short time he had spent with the teens and didn't want to hear it.

Auggie and Jules came back into the classroom hand in hand and smiles across their faces. Obviously, as everyone could see, they had made up. Samantha followed them with her eyes, in the door, across the room, down the aisle, and into the two front seats.

She just then began to realize what she has lost. She has lost the only person that has ever really loved her, the only person that she has ever really loved in return. Her soul is empty, lost without him. She could feel the tears growing behind her eyes, but she suppressed them. She held them back out of view from everyone in the room and waited until the class was finally let out. She ran out as fast as she could to the only place that she knew would give her comfort and shed them.



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A/N: well, you guys didn't give me the reviews I asked for, but I had to post my next chapter cuz I really wanted you to read it…make sure you review this one…plz…& just give me a couple more chapters and I guarantee that it will get more interesting…thanks to those who did give me reviews…& keep them coming…