Not Your Average Nerd (BxB)

Chapter 19

"How's it's going with the plan my friend."

"Did you go through with the next step of Plan Sam."

"Did you talk to him this morning."

"Remember the breathing exercises."

"Stay calm and leveled headed, think of the stuffed animals. Mr bear would be so disappointed."

At some points I felt like Jess was more invested than I was, but I knew she only meant for the best. Although some of her advice was a bit much she only had good intentions.

When class was over, she took it upon herself to target me and claim that I was a total 'simp'. Even though I only had an idea of what the word meant I didn't really know.

It was my mistake for asking Jess to elaborate, because when she revealed the words true meaning I found heat rising to my face.

It was funny and I found myself laughing along with her but I really wanted to be somewhere else, with someone else.

After I had got away from Jess and her antics Samuel seemed to be quiet and distant. I felt my heart strings tug and my mind race with ways to start conversation. To find out if he was really ok or if he wasn't feeling well.

As much as my mind willed itself, my lips wouldn't move. It was like my voice was lodged in my throat and it wouldn't budge. My mind was saying one thing but my body was saying another.

All I could do was silently follow Samuel to his house, in hopes of the afternoon not being ruined. The entire ride there I felt uneasy and angry, for the simple fact that I couldn't do something as simple as talk.

I was completely useless and unhelpful to someone who needed me at the time. I knew alone from Samuel's demeanor that something was up. His shoulders were slouched, he had a frown on his lips, and his eyes stayed downcast to the ground when they were usually bright and alert.

I couldn't help but think that Samuel's sudden change in mood had something to do with me.

Was it something I did?

Did I make him uncomfortable?

Does he not want to be around me anymore?

My mind raced a mile a minute as I found option after option of possibilities as to what went wrong.

Before I even knew it I was pulling in right beside Samuel's house. Shaking out of my head I get out of the car and glanced over to Samuel to see the same distant look on his face.

Once again my throat itches to speak. To say something, anything at all. To make the silence not so heavy and constricting. Again, the words jumble in my throat and enclose it. Feeling as if it were  cutting off my air supply. I feel my stomach tighten and my jaw tick, as I ground my teeth together in frustration

Why?

My head quickly snaps up to Samuel's direction when I hear a soft chuckle emit from him. Looking closer, I see a sly smile on his face as he reaches for the bag of snacks that I gave him from earlier.

The whole thing entirely was an impulsive buy. I just so happened to end up at the supermarket and when I caught sight of the family size bag of skittles I couldn't resist. Before I knew it everything I saw seemed like something Samuel would like. By the time I was done shopping around the conveyor belt was full with junk food.

The cashier had tried to question me on who and what I was buying the things for, but I just looked at them with an annoyed expression. That might've been rude but they were doing a lot more talking then working.