Here's some more! I already wrote the next part, but I'll wait until tomorrow to post it. XP Anyways, enjoy! :D
"See you later, stupid."
I watched her leave me to go with…Griffin. I felt a strange sense of irony. When Sam had warned me about the dangers of going out with Carly, I had ignored her told her that she was a liar. But now, when I was here, warning her about Griffin's abusive behavior, she returned the favor and didn't listen to a word I had said.
"Sam, don't!" I shouted.
It was too late. The girl I had loved had jumped in the car with Griffin who looked furious. I felt a sense of dread in my stomach. I had read about abusive boyfriends. I knew how they worked. And I was at the Groovy Smoothie when I had seen Griffin punch a kid in the face. I watched the car drive off and ran my fingers through my hair. What would my mother say when she discovered that I was in love with a future juvenile delinquent?
Ah, I know what she would do. She would scream and yell at me and tell me I was a moronic jackass, but she probably wouldn't put it in those words exactly. I didn't know what to think anymore. I mean, I know Sam didn't like me back. She and Griffin had been going steady for a few weeks now. Three weeks, to be exact. Ugh! I was turning into an obsessive stalker! I tried not to think about Puckett, and tried to think about some other girl in my class, but how could you not think about the girl you love?
I know I thought about her at least once every day. It would happen while I was walking home from school, or maybe when I was kissing with Carly, and sometimes I thought about her when my mom was making speeches about the benefits of healthy eating. I know my feelings about her changed when we had our first and only kiss. Sometimes I didn't like her, but those feelings subsided when we actually started to talk to each other more often. Instead of me insulting her, and then Sam punching me in the gut, we would actually talk to each other and have real conversations. But things changed when I started going out with Carly. No, things had changed before that. Maybe it was when I first called her that night. I wasn't an idiot. I knew something was wrong. Her voice was all shaky and weird. But maybe it was when I told her she owed me for the cab. She did come back to pay her debt, and when she kissed me, I goofed up, and all this drama started.
It was true; I still did have feelings for Carly Shay. You would too, after crushing on her for all of your life. And yes, she did kiss me. I did agree to become her boyfriend. I was only trying to make Sam jealous, but I was still under Carly's spell. When we kissed, it was like the world was melting. Yet Sam's kiss was gentler, and I felt like time stopped when we both kissed each other. Carly was passionate, feisty gal when it came to romance. Believe it or not, Sam was a whole new person. She was nice and kind…so…un-Sam.
So when Sam came to warn me about dating Shay, I didn't believe her. I regret that. I only thought that Sam was being a stubborn butt-head. I realize now that Sam had to have care for me, at least a little bit, to tell me that Shay would try and break my heart, because she was trying to go out with Griffin to the dance. I didn't listen to her.
So here I was, a lonely shell, standing in front of the house that belonged to a girl who, a million years ago, may have had feelings for me, but not anymore. I couldn't shed a tear. Yes, I felt a crushing wave of grief, but I couldn't produce a single tear. That was when I noticed that Sam's front door was still open.
I had never been her house before. Should I go and look? No, that would be way too nosy. I wasn't a creeper or anything, but I was genuinely interested in seeing Samantha Puckett's house. I don't know what it was, maybe it was my sadness and crazed desperation, but I pushed open the door and walked inside.
"Oh, crap," I muttered as the first wave of horrible smells hit my nostrils.
I wasn't used to smelling this crap. It smelled like alcohol, cigarette smoke, and tons of rotten food. What was Sam doing in this house? I felt like leaving immediately. Then I realized that maybe it was her dead-beat mother doing all of this. Was this what her mom was like? I suddenly felt a pang of sadness for Sam. What did she have to go through every day?
After peeking through two rooms (The bathroom and Sam's mother's bedroom), I finally found the room I was looking for. It was Sam's shabby bedroom. It figures. Sam wasn't very organized. I saw Sam's dresser. I wondered what was inside it. Maybe Sam had a hidden diary she didn't tell anyone about, even Carly. Ugh, I was such a nosy creeper. I swear; if I kept up this behavior, Sam would put a restraining order on me.
I couldn't help myself. I opened one of the drawers to her dresser. There was nothing there except for clothes. As I was about to close it, I noticed a white sheet of notebook paper sticking out. I pulled it out and read it.
Leave it to Sam to make everything more complicated.
I folded the letter into eighths and put it in my pocket. I needed to call her. Screw Griffin. I was going to talk to Sam, even if she didn't want to talk to me.
Sorry it was short! The next will be a bit shorter, but I'll make up for it with an extra long chapter!
