Weeks went by quickly and nothing specials happened. It's just school, you know?
I hadn't heard anything from Sam Wilkinson yet, even though I actually did want to hear something from him.
After that awkward Math class, we never sat together anymore.
Let's be honest, I really did want to start a friendship with Sam. He seemed like such a nice guy.
That's what leads to my other question: did I say something that day to upset him or something? 'Cause ever since that day he has been ignoring me.
There was this one day where I asked him what time it was, all he did was say, "Don't know. Ask him." What is so wrong with that? You ask. You should've heard him! It was like he has been hating me his entire life.
Not gonna lie, it did suck. And I did get frustrated. A lot. Hey, you can't blame me!
Today was Math again and I decided to sit next to Sam, just to annoy the shit out of him. Karma, you little shit.
— Also, I was late again. There were like two other seats but I saw my chance and I gladly took it. —
As I approached his table he didn't put his backpack away. "Is someone sitting here?" I asked. Everyone was still being their noisy selves so I didn't care about talking loudly.
"Yeah." He said, not making any eye contact with me.
"Who?" I raised my brow.
You filthy liar. "But Jack is sitting next to Jack."
"They're going to change seats in a minute."
"Why can't you just let me sit?"
"Ms. Y/L/N, sit down."
"He won't let me sit." I said through gritted teeth.
"Mr. Wilkinson." The teacher said with a tone that he's warning him. Sam sighed and let me sit. Finally.
The class was nothing special. It's the usual. Which is not very fun.
After a couple of minutes we finally got to work ourselves. The class was pretty damn quiet, but it was time to get this party started. "Sam," I nudged his arm. He didn't flinch. "Sam." I tried once again.
"What?" He asked rather aggressively.
"What has gotten into you? Fucking Satan?" I loudly whispered, which was not my intention to.
I heard one of the Jacks chuckle in front of me. "What the hell do you mean?"
I chuckled without any humor. "Dude, you've been ignoring me the entire time. It's like you–"
"Ms. Y/L/N!" The teacher spoke up. "Care to share with us?" I rolled my eyes.
"Then be quiet."
"God, one thing we finally agree with." Sam murmured just loud enough for him to hear.
"Want to be the smart ass in this class, Mr. Wilkinson?"
I heard him sigh. "No sir."
We faced our books again before I whispered, "We're not done here." Before he could be stubborn I added, "Can we please just talk? And don't be stubborn."
I heard Sam sigh once again. "Fine."
After class we walked to the hallway who was empty as fuck since there were still classes going on.
Did we skip class just to talk to each other? Nah, we both happened to have a free period. We're not that bad ass.
"What do you want." Sam asked, getting annoyed for no reason again.
"You seem to hate my guts. I want to know why."
He raised his brows. "Speaking of straight up."
I rolled my eyes at him. "Don't be fucking cheeky."
He smirked for a second before glaring at me again. He seriously has issues! "I don't hate you."
"Then why are you glaring at me?" I raised my brow at him.
"That's my face." He nonchalantly shot back.
I bit my lip, trying not to laugh. "Seriously, though. Did I do something wrong?" I asked a little more worried now.
"Because if I did, just tell me you know. Two weeks ago we were laughing together and suddenly you seem to dislike me a shit load."
He shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets while leaning against the lockers. "Like I said, I don't hate you. I just... needed to have some space."
"We barely talk to each other on a daily basis." I clarified. "I'm not some clingy girlfriend or something." He seemed to tense up when I mentioned 'girlfriend'. I furrowed my brows at him.
"Just drop it." He humourlessly chuckled. "I don't dislike you or whatever. That's it." He was about to walk away until I grabbed his arm lightly.
"Sam," I sighed. "but when I mentioned us being friends in that class, you suddenly turned cold as hell. What's up with that? I'm not friend-worthy?" I slightly smirked.
"I just had a bad day." I could tell he was not telling the truth. He had been avoiding my gaze the entire time.
"You're lying." He chuckled. "Look me in the eyes and say you 'needed some space'." I raised my fingers in the air as I said 'needed some space'.
He turned to face me with a straight face. But that quickly changed since he turned as red as my blood. "Am I making you nervous?" I asked with squinted eyes.
"No." He said with a shaky breath.
"Then tell me why the hell–"
"I fucking promised to stay away from you!" Sam practically yelled through the, still, empty hallways.
I creased my brows as he suddenly burst out of anger. "What?"
"I promised to stay away from you." He calmed down by now.
"You promised who?"
He looked down at me. Like he was trying to look into my damn soul. "Myself."
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