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Chapter 1: Sam
“Well… You see… I like you.”
I stare at the dark silhouette figure that is running down the dimly lit corridors of the school, possibly heading back to the gym, frozen with shock. The echoes from the clicking of her heels on the hard floor fills my ears. What I had just heard with my own two ears was unbelievable. Unbelievably true, my brain nag me. I shut out that nagging voice in my head, knowing that all it’s doing feeding me with lies, lies and more lies.
I roll my eyes. What? I just can’t understand. What makes her think that I would care? So what if her family forces girls to marry when they are sixteen? That’s so old-fashioned, but it should not be my problem at all. I am not even going out with her or anything anyway.
Expelling a sigh, I stare in the direction of where Lyra had taken off to. It is the same direction as the school’s gymnasium, which is probably where Lyra went to as that is where the prom is held. The turn of events made me change my mind. I was actually going to go back inside although I told Aaron otherwise. I simply didn’t feel like going back to the prom. I didn’t have that excited spirit inside of me anymore. I actually wanted to go back there to see if I could find some hot girl to hit on and eventually make her mine, but I didn’t feel like it anymore. The previous events of tonight had made my whole night turn around.
I shove my hands into my jacket pockets and make a beeline towards the exit. I push open the door and a blast of warm early summer air hit my face. I take off the jacket and throw it over my shoulders as I trudge down the path, towards home, some dried leaves that had fallen crunching under my feet. Tonight is supposed to be a great night, as all other proms are supposed to be. But it’s not.
Not for me anyway.
Lyra just had to ruin my night, didn’t she? That adds up to the list of why I don’t particularly like her. Scratch that. Of why I hate her. Though, it isn’t exactly her fault, was it? Love has the ability to take you to places you never want to go to, where you never imagine you would venture to. And when you finally found out where it has taken you to, it’s too late to back out. Not like you had the choice in the first place anyway. That was what happened between Adelaide and I…
Her name brings shivers down my spine. Her name makes my blood boil with anger. She just had to do that to me, didn’t she?
Stop it Sam. Stop thinking about her and her stupid boyfriend. Nothing you say or do or even think is going to change the past. You had your chance, and you blew it. She moved on, and now you have to move on too. Show her that you can manage just fine if not better without her. As much as it hurts me to admit it, that imaginary voice in my head is right. I have to move on.
I fish my house keys from my pants pocket and thrust it into the keyhole of my house’s door. I twist the key and the lock clicks open. I shove open the door and go in, closing it as quietly as possible behind me. I head straight to my bedroom without even telling my parents that I had reached home already. I throw my jacket onto my bed and lie down on top of it, wrinkling it but not caring. I just don’t have it in me to care about anything else anymore.
I wonder if what Lyra did back there was all just a big fat joke, a joke on me to make me look like an idiot and make me think so much more than I want to, to make me confused, especially after I just broke up with Adelaide. It must be just a big prank that she and her girlfriends want to pull on me. I expel an exasperated sigh, an angry sigh, a frustrated sigh. This is just all so annoying. She’s annoying. She always has been and always will be.
I rest my head on my soft pillow and close my eyes, wishing – no, begging – for everything to just clear out from my mind so that I could have a dreamless sleep. A dream – no, a nightmare – will be the worst thing that could happen to me tonight, especially after that trick that Lyra and her friends had just pulled on me and the supposed best night of the year.