Sunday, September 14, 2014

High School Drama - 3

She knew her mom worked really hard to make sure she and Ethan had a decent life... (Continued)

Her mom had been through a lot... she had walked out of the marriage with Sams’ father she was pregnant with Matt and with no family to turn for support; it had not been easy for her. Yet she had survived. Though she never told her, Sam was proud of her mom. Yes, she resented her mom secretly for having taken her and Matty away from dad, but her mom had done everything she could to make sure they were happy. Her mom called her her little elf....and though she made a fuss every time she called her that, secretly she being called her mom’s little elf...she smiled to herself. There was the bell....she stretched her arms out...the day was over, there was nothing that stood between her and the summer break now. Sam smiled to herself. 

She picked up her book and backpack and walked towards the door, Allyson tagging along, talking about the movie. It was yet another one of those sappy romances that Allyson enjoyed watching. She had agreed to go for it only to keep Allyson happy. 

 As she stepped out of the class, after letting those too eager to start with their summer break; which meant everyone else, Sam came to a halt. There he was, waiting outside the class, leaning against the opposite wall, earphones plugged in, looking at his ipod intently. He was nodding his head slightly, apparently engrossed in the music playing. 

“This is a first”, she murmured to herself as she walked past Alex. Allyson sniggered beside her...Sam glared at her and Allyson became silent...not for long, she was sure. 

“Do you think he was waiting for you?”

“I hope not....that’s the first time His Highness has waited for anyone as far as I can remember”, Sam replied, rolling her eyes. Allyson stifled another giggle, trying hard to keep a straight face. Why was he here...?

“Hey!”...Sam stopped as she heard a deep voice call out from behind. She slowly turned around, just in time to see Alex sauntering towards her. She noticed how his brown hair had grown out of the crew cut and had started curling a little at his neck. Her fingers itched to run her hand through his hair...Sam was shocked when she realized what she had been thinking...

He was not good for her, Sam knew, and she would never be good enough for him. As he came to a halt in front of her, Sam raised her head, locking her eyes with his deep blue eyes challengingly. 


“Huh?”...he seemed to be surprised at the hostility in her voice. If he was waiting for her to flutter her eyelids and act like one of the other girls who fawned over him, he was in for disappointment. 

“What do you want....? Why are you following me around?”...Sam asked, with a glare. Her voice sounded too dry even to her; she hadn’t realized that her throat had gone dry. She could see that there was a crowd forming. Most of the students in the hallway were watching them. 

 “Following you? Seriously?”...there was a smirk on his face as he said it. 

“I’d rather call it stalking if someone made it a point to be in your face, wherever you went”, she continued, ignoring his jibe.

“What do you want?” 

“Stalking?” Couldn’t the jerk keep his voice down? 

“Me... stalking you? Interesting!”, Alex repeated, pointed towards him and then her, sounding amused by the idea. 

“ I came over to ask if your mom catered to private mom had met her at the last parent meeting and they had got talking; And I was stuck with the task of getting her number from you. 

I tried coming up to you in library, and you walked off. I ran half a mile so that I could give you your phone, which YOU had left behind..., and you bolted again...and now, all I wanted was to ask for your mom’s business number, and you accuse me of stalking you?” He gave her a smirk without breaking eye contact.

She could feel her palms starting to sweat....she fisted them and stayed still, refusing to be the one look away first. She felt worried that if she broke eye contact, she might either end up bolting, or worse still, punching, and breaking a very handsome looking nose...

“And of all the think I’d stalk you...”, he sounded insulted as he smirked once again, eying her up and down. 

“Take a good look in the mirror before accusing someone of stalking YOU next time”, Alex whispered as he got close to her before he crossed her and walked away . 

She heard the gasps coming from around her and wished that earth would split and swallow her right then.

“Stalking indeed”, a musical voice spoke up from behind her. Even without turning around, she knew who that came from. 

Sheila stepped in front of her and simpered. 

“I’m surprised he called you a girl!”, she made a show of looking Sam up and down, imitating Alex.

“It’d take a second good look just to make sure you’re one....I’m surprised that you had the guts to accuse him of stalking YOU”...she giggled. 

“It’s not empty heads and doll faces that make girls girls”...Allyson piped up, stepping in front of Sam.

“If I had any sense...”

“That’s enough, Allie”...Sam told her friend sternly. 

“I’ve had enough for today...”, she continued.

With whatever dignity she could muster, Sam raised her head, turned around and walked out of thecorridor, ignoring looking at Sheila and everyone else. She could hear footsteps hurrying behind her.

“You alright”...she heard Allyson ask from behind her. 

Sam chose to ignore the question. She walked straight into the restroom and locked herself up in the first empty stall she found. She couldn’t believe his words would hurt so much. 

What was wrong with her? She always knew he was one of those conceited jerks who looked down upon everyone else. She and he traveled in different circles...and why was it still so hard to brush off what he’d said and move on.

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