Later that day after Landon had left I had just moped around the house, cleaning what was already clean. Samantha had finally cam back from school around 5 o'clock and as soon as she saw me she launched herself on me.
"What happened?" She exclaimed when she finally let go of me.
"I don't know." I lied, but feeling bad this time. "One minute I was walking down the stairs and the next I was on the floor." Samantha looked at me, closely then shrugged. But instead of letting me go she pulled me closer.
"Someone's waiting for you outside." She whispered in my ear. I gave her a confused look before I slowly walked towards the front door, cautious. I opened the door and stepped outside. Feeling a bit cold in my pajamas and tank top. The sight before my eyes was certainly unexpected.
Chace stood there Spencer in front of his car.
I smile, touched that he was worried about me. He noticed me and grinned, waving me over. I walked over to them, smiling at Spencer. Who beamed back at me.
"Are you okay?" Chace asked. I nodded.
"I just had a little weak moment there." I said, looking directly in his green eyes. Which were sparkling.
"Are you still up for clubbing, though?" He asked. Spencer whooped happily. I frowned.
"I don't think I'll be able to go on Saturday." I said, with a touch of sarcasm. But I doubt he noticed it. He looked at me, pouting. I felt my annoyance grow. Wasn't he aware that I almost cracked open my skull today? And he wanted me to go to a club like 2 or 3 days later? Uh, I don't think so.
"Aw, but why? Didn't Samantha tell you?" He asked. I pressed my lips together in a thin line.
"She did, Chace. She did. But I almost hit my head on the stairs today. I don't think I'm comfortable going to the club, after such a close call." I snapped. And again, he didn't seem to notice.
"But could you come with us next week?" He asked, hopefully. I felt my anger decrease as I looked at his childish expression.
"I'll go next week." I promised, smiling up at him. He beamed.
"Uh… And our date, tomorrow?" He asked, fidgeting nervously. I didn't have the heart to say that I didn't feel like going.
"I'm still up for it, unless you're not." I answered, watching him closely for any looks of hesitation. There were none. Either there was really none or he was really good at hiding them.
"What? Of course I'm up for it, where do you want to go?" He asked, tossing his car keys around in his hands. I flinched at the noise, due to the massive headache that had formed a couple hours ago.
"I don't know, but I think dinner's not such a good idea." I said, remembering the little "event" that had taken place, at the restaurant.
"Yeah, I agree with you. Hmm… How about bowling or a movie?" He suggested. I pondered for a moment.
"I think bowling would be fun. I've bowled before." I admitted, sheepishly. He stared at me in shock.
"You don't go out a lot, do you?" He asked, slowly. I grinned, shrugging.
"Are you going to stay out there all day?" Samantha yelled, popping out of nowhere. Chace laughed while I grinned. While Spencer was still busy texting.
"Chace lets go now. Landon and Michael won't stop texting me. And Nathan being the idiot he is, won't stop calling me- Oh, hey Samantha!" Spencer called out when he saw Samantha sniffing a flower. She waved at him, merrily.
"Yeah, you guys should go now and Spencer? Please don't call Nathan an idiot."
The next morning before heading over to school, I stuffed some extra clothes in my bag. They consisted of a blue ruffled skirt and a long- sleeved white shirt. We had planned on a double date with Samantha and Landon. We were going to the bowling arena right after school ended.
And thankfully, my detention had been shifted over to Monday because the teacher that was supposed to be the supervisor was busy or something.
Last night was pretty fun. Samantha and her mother had slept over. I swear it was almost as if they lived at my house. I preferred them coming over because their house was really close to my previous one
Anyways, we had watched a couple movies with a lot of junk food. We fell asleep around 1 a.m. Samantha's mother; Elle had slept in my mother's room.
To tell you the truth, Elle didn't even look like she was a mother of a seventeen year old. She had long flowing dirty- blonde hair and hazel eyes, with curves that were seen on a model. Her daughter had gotten most of her traits, except her eyes, from her long- lost father. He had left them when Samantha was fourteen. A year after my ill- fated birthday, I remember, Samantha had cried a lot that day. Her mother for some reason hadn't even shown a sign of weakness, in public. I don't know about when she was alone.
Back to reality, I was now sitting in homeroom reading a book. When Shane and his cronies sauntered over and plopped down next to me.
"Are you feeling better?" Shane asked, I smiled, nodding.
"Of course, she is, because of the fact that Chace pitied her and asked her out on an unfortunate date." Angela's annoying; high- pitched voice spoke up from behind me. I rolled my eyes, and stifled a yawn.
"Go back to figuring out what comes after A in the alphabet, you stupid blonde ditz." Shane retorted. The class gasped and the teacher choked and sputtered out the coffee she was drinking, looking very angry and offended.
Duh, she was a blonde, herself.
"Shane! Come here, now!" She barked, after recovering. He scratched the back of his head, winked at me and ruffled my sort of wet hair and then took his sweet time walking to the teacher's desk.
"Detention, and if I hear another one of those ridiculous statements out of your mouth, a suspension will be on its way. Do you understand me?" She scolded him. Shane nodded, gazing at the wall behind her. He dragged his feet back next to me and threw the detention slip on his desk. I grabbed it, hopefully.
"Awesome! You have detention on Monday." I said, happily. He stared at me, with an expression of mock hurt on his face.
"You're happy I have detention? And on a Monday?" He asked, incredulous.
"No, you have it with me." I explained. As expected he immediately brightened and grinned at me. The class bell rang and we both separated and went to our separate classes. I had to admit I was sort of excited to see Chace in Science. So I walked a little faster than necessary. I walked into the class and my gaze went to my table. To my disappointment the only ones that were sitting there were Michael, Spencer and Nathan. I looked around the room for him. No such luck.
Dejectedly, I walked over to my table and threw my books on the table and slumped down in my seat. Michael looked up and greeted me, by a letting out a looong "Helloooo" and slapping me on the back, which resulted in me, shooting forward, a little and pain in my back. I cleared my throat and winced as his hand collided with my back. I pursed my lips with pain.
"Hey." I bit out. And he just looked even giddier than before.
I wonder if he was on something…
I raised a hand to rub the place where he gave me a "friendly pat" on the back, but a hand beat me to it. Massaging it, gently.
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