Finding My Lost Self [to be edited]

Chapter 31 - That felt like a freaking nuclear bomb!

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The lessons had gone in a blur and it was already lunch time. I tried my best to focus on what the teachers were saying to take my mind off all the bullshit that was going on in my life. I spent most of those classes with Stephanie and I tried my best to avoid Tyler and Jason. It was like I was playing "dodge the boys".


I took a bite of my burger and almost swallowed the rest of it in the second bite. I was starving and it was so delicious. I took a couple of fries and stuffed them into my mouth as I hummed in agreement to whatever Martina was talking to Stephanie about.


I had told Martina about Stephanie's story. She was a bit angry at the ass hat Jason, threatening to go and cut his nose off, especially after what he had done to me. But I managed to calm her down. This bastard had another thing coming. And I wanted to make sure that it would be served by me.


Anyway, she had been quite understanding. She was a little shocked when I told her the whole story but she managed to be civil with Stephanie afterwards.


I snapped out of my trance when someone snatched away one of my fries. I glared at Martina as she chewed on my poor french fry with a smirk on her face.


"Bitch, that was my goodness." I said as I tried to make my glare even harder.


She shrugged. "The only way to grab your attention is to mess with your food apparently. And those are more tasty than my chicken salad." She said as she extended her hand to take another one of my poor fries. I tried to slap her hand away but I was too late.


"Whatever, what do you think?" Stephanie asked. I looked at her and then at Martina, who raised an eyebrow at me, waiting for an answer.


I sighed, "Fine," I huffed. "I wasn't listening, what's the stitch?" I asked. Stephanie smiled at me and Martina just rolled her eyes.


"Well, you're going to that trip to Colorado, right?" Martina asked. I nodded, telling her to continue.


"Well, I wanted to know if we could have a sleep over at my house tonight and tomorrow, I mean, today is a Friday and the trip is on Sunday." She explained.


"Sounds fun," I said with a grin. I was staying alone at my house anyway, now that my mom was still held at the hospital and Alex was at his college, having some friends around me would just be great.


Stephanie grinned. "Alright, it's settled, then." She said. I knew that Martina needed this as well. her grand mother had died. I knew she was mourning from inside, and she was probably still in denial. However, she continued to smile and laugh from the outside. I knew that those were forced. But I wasn't going to confront her about the whole thing just yet.


Martina nodded. "I'll pick you up at 7 from Sam's house," She said enthusiastically.


We started talking about what we should bring. I was going to bring the snacks, of course, and Stephanie was going to being the games. We also discussed what we were going to need for the trip and what we should pack.

The rest of the day had gone in a blur and I was already walking out of the Gym. I kept on cursing my fat ass P.E teacher for making us work so hard in out last period. Like seriously? I'm always more exhausted than a crocodile that just ran a marathon at that last period. Who the heck even teaches P.E in a last period?


I threw everything I had into my locker and picked up a couple books and notebooks that I would be needing. I closed my locker after I grabbed my hoodie and put it on. I knew that it would be colder than here outside so I came with it. As I expected, I didn't need it much inside the school building. But I sure did outside.


I walked out of the school's building. It was raining heavily. I pulled my hood over my head and I continued to take large steps towards the parking lot. I had a feeling that I was being watched once again.


"Samantha," I heard someone yelling my name from a distance. I looked behind me to see who that was and I almost froze. I wanted to run away, to hide, but my feet just stayed there.


Tyler.


He was running towards me. I was too busy hiding from him today that I hadn't actually seen his state. He looked like a mess. His messy hair looked like a mop and his clothes were wrinkled. His face was naturally pale, but it was paler now. And he looked like he hadn't gotten any sleep in more than 24 hours. the had bags under his eyes and he simply looked like a dinosaur had just eaten him and spit him out.


I didn't want to face him. No, I haven't figured out his shit yet. Crap.


He stopped in front of me. Still, my dumb-ass feet didn't want to move.


"Sam, listen..." He said, panting. He ran a nervous hand through his hand. I couldn't help but think how much he looked like some psychopath right now. The bloodshot eyes and all. He put his hands on my shoulders. I wanted to shrug him off and run away, but still, I wouldn't budge.

He looked into my eyes, as if he suddenly gained courage. "I'm sorry, okay. I didn't mean to not tell you- well, I did. But I only did that 'cause I knew you'd be acting like this, I wanted to get to know you more. You hit me after I kissed you back then, what did you expect from me?" He said quickly and I frowned at the last part.


He seemed to notice it 'cause he spoke quickly again before I could say anything. "You're a girl, right? Girls like roses, here's a rose," He said before he started fumbling with his pockets to get out a squished little rose. I almost burst out laughing at this.


A moment later, I was already laughing. He looked at me worriedly then back at the rose, "Should I have brought a tulip?" He asked as he scratched the back of his neck.


"I don't want anything," I said between my laughs. I managed to stop laughing a few minutes later. He was staring at me. a small smirk tugging at his lips.


"What?" I asked rudely, trying to put my walls back up as I remembered who he was.


He rolled his lips into his mouth, as if suppressing his laughter. "Nothing," He blurted. He seemed to notice that my serious face was on once again.


"Sam, please, let's talk this out, I know you mad at me but.. I never knew you'd even know it was me, like, seriously? I'm really sorry and look at me, pleading with you and you're just..." He started to ramble on. I lost track of what he was saying when he said please. I just stared at his face.


He looked so hot with his hair messed up like this. The pervert inside me squealed.


A few moments later, I found myself doing something I never thought I'd ever do.


I stepped forward and closed the gap between us, gluing my lips to his.


'What the fuck am I doing!' I mentally yelled at myself.


Tyler froze. I could only imagine how wide his eyes were right now. I could have opened my own eyes to see for myself, but the electricity that was going through me at the moment was too intense to let me even move. His lips were too warm and sweet to let go of them.


A moment later, he was kissing me back and his fingers were entangled in my hair. I moved my hands so they were running through his own hair that was ridiculously soft, messing it up even more than it was if possible.


I couldn't bother with anything at that moment. Everything around me was exploding. I wasn't aware of the rain any more. All that mattered right now was the feeling of him so close, and the feeling of his lips on mine as they moved together, making me want to faint on the spot.


'Samantha, you harlot! You just threw yourself at him!!' My inner reasonable part yelled at me. But all the thoughts flew out of the window when he nibbled on my lower lip and started tracing on it.


And in a split moment, instead of the reasonable part yelling at me, there was the horny pervert who kept on squealing, 'he's so hot, this feels so good' over and over again.

Too many feelings were pouring into in this kiss. Passion, depression, and love.


Love.


I loved the bastard.


And I thought I had been in love before? All I felt when I had been kissed before were butterflies. But right now, it was different in many different ways. Even better than the kisses he stole from me. This wasn't butterflies, this felt like someone had let out the whole zoo.


I thought that they were over rating when they said in those books and movies that when you were kissing someone special, you felt fireworks. And right now, I knew that they were not even close to right.


I mean, fireworks? Really?


That felt like a freaking nuclear bomb!


Unfortunately, we were humans and we needed to breathe. We pulled away and he rested his chin on my hair. I found myself snapping into reality. And the feeling of regreat and guilt started to kick in. I was just a stupid kiss thief like him.


However, I couldn't help but feel a little proud at this. I mean, I just practically stole a kiss from Mr. steal your kiss himself.


But was that even me stealing a kiss? I freaking threw myself at him.


"I fucking love you," He murmured into my hair. That sent a little shiver down my spine.


'Gosh! even when he swears it sounds so hot!' My inner pervert gushed. I managed to somehow shut her up and my mind started to zone out into random, weird, shit.


"French fries are yummy." I blurted out.


Tyler pulled back to look at me in amusement, "We just had a mindblowing make out session in the rain and all you're thinking about are french fries!!" He said in disbelief. Knotting his eyebrows in confusion.


I really had to sort out my shit. He would think that I'm just some easy whore who threw herself at him. He had to not just say sorry. He had to show me how sorry he actually is. I was also scared. What if he was playing with me? What if he was just like Jason? Just like every one else? I couldn't just trust him. No. Not yet, at least.


I mustered all my courage and pushed him away before I took a couple steps back. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts out.


"Sam, come on, I thought you weren't mad any more," Tyler said in a voice that almost sounded like a whine. I looked at him. The bastard thought that I was actually that easy? That I would just forgive him? He had lied to me. And he stole my first kiss and ran away.


Yes, I loved the idiot. And I knew that now. But I wasn't going to give in so easily. He had to fight to get me. I wasn't easy, I was a trophy that he had to earn.


Okay that just sounded a little bit over rated. You know how a girl should maintain her dignity and crap. To be honest, I wouldn't mind throwing myself at his flawless self any day.


Suddenly, I felt a confidence that took over me. I smirked at him before I turned my back and started to walk away.


"Where are you going, now?" He asked.


"If you really wanted something to do with me, you've got to apologize." I cleared out as I looked back at him. "And after that," I continued, my smirk widening. "You've got to freaking woo me, Tyler Matthews." I yelled as I started to walk away. Leaving a stunned Tyler behind me.


For some reason, this 'encounter' relieved the tension that was in my mind a while ago. I was no longer thinking about the bet, my mother's sickness, or the freaky text. I just wanted to go home and pack my bag for the trip, buy some snacks, then get ready for the sleep over.


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A/N: I've got to say that I really struggled to write the chapter and that's why I'm updating soo latee.. ._. And I know it was a bit boring, but trust me, the good stuff are only coming closer!! :D Anyway hope you guys liked it!! :D 


Who do you think is the murderer, now? Any signs? Do you think that Sam is doing the right thing by making it even harder on Tyler? Do you guys even want them together? And what do you think will happen in the sleep over and on the trip?? Give me opinions!! =D <3


Oreo's, Oreo's and Oreo's.. ;3 xx.


xo-Toka ;)