Chapter 7
"Sam, we're here. Wake up." Trey said, nudging me.
Oh… It was just a dream. A scary dream…
Just forget it, Samantha.
It means nothing…
I yawned and stretched my arms. When I looked around, the one thing that stood out was a large ring in the middle of nowhere. It looked like a skating rink with wood floors. There were stadium lights shining on it.
"What is this?" I got out of the car and walked toward the big rink.
A song started to play, as if out of thin air. It was a soft playing slow song.
I felt him come up behind me and take my hand.
"It's a dance floor, so let's dance," he led me onto the floor.
He set his hands on my waist and I wrapped my arms around his neck, and we started to sway side to side to the music.
He must've felt me start to shiver because one of his arms brought me closer to him. My head lay on his shoulder, and his arms engulfed me in his warm embrace. We swayed in rhythm to the soft music. It was that same innocent silence as before.
Suddenly, my phone rang. I sighed, pulling away to answer it.
"Hello?" I answered with a dissatisfied tone.
"Samantha! Why aren't you answering my texts?" It was Jonathon.
I looked at my phone and saw that I had 4 new texts. All from Jonathon.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm out with a friend. I didn't notice my phone ringing."
"Oh, okay. I just worry. Well I have to go anyway. I love you! I'll talk to you tomorrow, babe!"
"Love you too." And I hung up, turning back to Trey.
"Who was that?" he asked.
"Um… The boyfriend." I admitted.
"I knew someone like you would be snatched up by some lucky guy already. Well, we did say this would be just as friends." He sounded more upbeat than I thought he'd be.
We continued to talk, but we didn't continue dancing. He said he wouldn't feel right when there's someone out there counting on me to stay loyal.
How sweet…
Around 10:30pm, we left. He dropped me off and it only felt right to thank him with a kiss on the cheek.
After all that he had done for me that night, it was the least I could do.
Once I got inside my house, I went straight to my room and fell onto my bed. I was so exhausted, so I just passed out.
The next morning I woke up and was more than thankful that it was a Saturday. I climbed out of bed and changed out of the clothes I was wearing from last night. After that, I grabbed my phone and went downstairs.
I texted Jonathon, "Good morning, sweetheart. Sorry about last night."
As I began to make breakfast, I got a reply.
"Hey babe! I hope you slept well, and don't worry about it. But… I miss you..."
I smiled. Even when he was hundreds of miles away, he still could make me smile.
I ate breakfast, took my dog for a walk, and then got home and rested around noon. Jonathon and I talked the whole time, and I was glad we did.
I missed him so badly it almost hurt. I wasn't used to not seeing him daily. It had been two days, how was I supposed to handle two years?
I was barely a junior in high school. I had two more years left of school before we could be together. I had to find a way to make it through.
I had to…