I am and He is Sam Lee Garcia Concepcion. Small World, huh?

Chapter 18

Sam-the-girl POV

My feet pounds on the hard gravel of the school's entrance. I ran all the way to get here as fast as I can. Although I'm still uncertain about Luis, I decided that I should give him the chance. But all the same, I still feel horrible about letting Sam take Hope and Chance in the safety of our home alone.

The guard gives me a wary look but fortunately he let me in after I showed him my identification card. Having spent almost a month in this school, I now memorize the locations for main rooms. My feet automatically led me to the gym.

"Hello?" my voice echoes throughout the empty gym. Almost immediately I thought that Luis stood me up. But one look on my wristwatch told me that I was the one who stood him up. It's already 5:23. 

What do I do now? I tell myself. I pocket my hands and grip on my phone. Seconds later, I realized that the answer to my question is just within my grasp. Literally. No hell, but I think I'm the slowest person alive. For sanity's sake! I have a phone! I should've thought of it awhile ago, I'm such a dork.

I bring my phone out, and type in a message for Luis. I was willing for it to be sent, but then again, when did things ever go my way? I scoff sarcastically as my eyes bore down into the encrypted message on my phone: Message Sending Failed. Try Again. 

Yes, I have no load.

I stomp my feet angrily out of sheer frustration. And then grudgingly exit the school to go somewhere where I can get that frigging load.

Outside, the sky is already turning to pink and the cold wind blow strands of my hair. I proceed to a nearby store. Luckily for me I had the brains to check if I have money to pay for load. Yes, you guessed it right. I have none.    

Frustrated and angry, I decided to just go home. Thinking that going back here is a huge mistake. I can't believe how stupid I get at times. I have always been the impulsive one and often times, that isn't a good thing. 

I made my way home, dejected and staring at the laces of my shoes. I'm glad that along with the school premises, I now memorize by heart the path to my new home. Sam opens the door when I knocked. I give him a forced smile and a short expression of gratitude.

"I'm guessing it didn't go well," Sam says after a while.

"You guessed right." I reply.

Sam sit in front of the couch and focus back on the movie he is watching. I have no idea what it is so I just slump beside him rest my head on the soft cushion.

"What movie is that?" I ask, trying to make sense of the story. Honestly, I don't know a thing about movies, actors, actresses. I'm not a movie buff, simple as that.

"Diary of a Wimpy Kid," he shrugs. 

"When did it start?" I ask again, suddenly taking a weird fixation on the movie's title. It caught my attention.

"Not too long ago," he answers with a frown.

It's Friday night so I guess I can watch freely today. Without the conscience of homeworks and all. I grab a fistful of popcorn from Sam's bowl.

I burst out laughing when Sam gives me a horrified look. The kind of look that made me look like I stole his iphone or laptop or something.

"What?" I manage to say between fits of laughter. Maybe that was an inappropriate reaction, seeing as Sam glowers at the handful of popcorn in my hands. As if saying, That is my food.

"Cook your own popcorn!" he scowls at me, "Do you have any idea how many times I had to pop this fudgers before I got these perfect ones?!"

I try to be serious but him being so childish is just too much for me to take.