Note Fifty-Eight
"I'm not calling you a liar, just don't lie to me,
I'm not calling you a ghost, just stop haunting me."
"Sam, take me home. Now." I said, gripping the door handle tightly. The look on Sam's face became crestfallen as he registered the fact that I was upset, no, beyond upset.
"Listen Cora-"
"Take me home."
"Cora."
"Sam! I told you. I don't want to get into a relationship."
"It's not a relationship. I just want to know if you want to go to Homecoming with me. Look, I even brought you two dozen flowers." He gestured to the trunk of his car, and I groaned, burying my head into my hands.
"Fine. I'll take you home." He muttered finally, starting the engine. "I was really looking forward to some spaghetti."