Hi readers. So this is the fIFTH chapter. It isn't that important of a chapter but you get to know the two characters a little better. Please VOTE COMMENT AND SHARE!!! I want to know if its any good. Please let me know what you think so that I know its worth continuing. Let me know even if you know me personally.
I froze as it continued towards me. If you haven’t figured it out yet it was a red truck. In other words I was standing in the middle of my school parking lot with my biggest fear hurdling towards me and I began to have a panic attack. I tried to run or move out of the middle of the street but my legs were no longer working. I tried to scream or simply breathe but it seemed as though I had forgotten how. The next thing I knew I was face to face with my fear. This one was one of the trucks that have big wheels making it taller and I was pretty short so the nose of the truck was at my eye level. It started to honk but I was still immobile.
“What the hell are you doing?” it shouted towards me.
I just continued to stare as if that would make it fake. As the panic attack got worse I could feel my heart beating in my skull and every sound around me mix into one before it all went black. I didn’t know how long I was out this time (yes it has happened before. And no I do not need to see a doctor or therapist) but as soon as I started to slowly regain consciousness I was in someone’s arms bridal style. I could feel a fiery sensation in my legs that made me want to scream but I was still too groggy. The owner of the arms I was in most likely grunted and I could feel him walking.
“Are you okay? Are you awake? Sammy please open your eyes. Sammy come on you’re okay just force them open you can do it.” The voice said in a soothing tone. I started forcing my eyes to flutter open. Instead of looking at the person holding me my head tilted to the side and saw the truck that rushed towards me. I then looked down to my leg that was still in horrific pain. I saw the bone sticking out awkwardly and tried to hide my sobbing face from the person who was still carrying me.
“You froze in the middle of the parking lot when my truck was coming towards you. I honked and yelled at you but you still wouldn’t move. I got out of my truck and started to come over to you but before I got to you, you fainted. It looked like you were trying to catch yourself with your leg but instead you fell explaining the broken leg. Also explaining why I am carrying you. Now I’m going to put you in my truck and I’ll take you to the hospital. Just don’t freak out Sam,” he explained to me looking into my eyes.
While he was talking I finally looked at him. I noticed one thing the deep blue eyes. My favorite thing about anyone is eyes mainly because I love my eyes. I’m not being self-centered I just really like my eyes I think it is the best look that I have. Anyway back to him. He had a concerned look on his face and dirty-blond floppy-like hair. Then my mind figured out he told me I have a broken leg.
“Wait no no no! I don’t have a broken leg! I have never broken any bones! Never ever! It can’t happen! You must be joking! No! You are lying.” I panicked.
“Shhh Sam, calm down it’s okay. I am just going to take you to the doctors to make sure you are okay and didn’t hit your head to bad when you fell. Your leg is uh fine.” He said pulling me closer while I was still in his arms. Although I could kind of tell he was lying to me it made me feel better and I agreed.
I agreed until I remembered the truck he planned to put me in.
“No! No way am I going in that!” I yelled trying to remain calm.
“What? What’s wrong?! I promise it is clean!”
“No we need to take my car. I’m sorry I just can’t do it. Here are my keys.” I reached in my pocket and pulled out my keys.
He agreed although I knew he didn’t want to and took the keys from my hand. He put me in my car and put the key in the ignition. Now is when it decided to die. I was so mad. Soon enough he was picking me up again to put me in his truck. Now if my leg was not in so much pain I would have still refused to go in his car but I couldn’t. So I didn’t put up a fight. He put me in the car and gently put my foot on the glove compartment telling me it needed to be elevated. We drove mostly in silence except for the sobs that were able to escape my mouth.
I think it was in the desperation to distract me so I would stop crying he turned to me and started a conversation.
“So Sammy how are you other than your injuries?” He asked cautiously.
I started to answer until I realized that I never told him my name.
“Wait how do you know my name? I am sure I did not tell you.”
“Really,” he said looking over at me. “We have almost every class together. We were in the musical together last year and I danced with your friend Chelsea. We even go to the same temple but there I am in a grade above there. Don’t ask why it’s a long story. Ring a bell?” He said sounding slightly annoyed.
Now like I said before I am not self-centered. I am not so conceited that I don’t talk to people I deem unworthy like a queen bee would. Nor am I so unpopular that no one talks to me. It just works like this. I am a good student so I sit towards the front or directly in the front of every class I am in. I usually pay attention so I don’t really look to the back of the class much explaining why I didn’t know him. I slightly remembered him from the play but I think he looked different then.
“Oh yah I remember. Sorry. Although I didn’t know you were in my classes. I just remember being in the play with you, you looked different then.” I responded trying not to show my embarrassment.
“So did you Sammy,” then he quickly added “But in a good way Sam.”
We both chuckled and continued the rest of the way to the hospital in silence.
The name he called me every time was Sam or Sammy. Now I know this sounds weird but no one ever called me that really. I mean every so often people would just to shorten my name but usually not. I was one of the few people I knew that actually liked their name so I was usually called Samantha. I mean I had some nicknames but only weird ones like Sam-inator and Samster (I hate that one because it sounds like hamster) and yes my personal favorite that my older brother came up with Sam-a-lam-a-ding-dong. As you can see Sam or Sammy was not on that list. Normally when people tried calling me that I would say: ‘Actually I prefer to be called Samantha.’ I just didn’t really like how it sounded as much as how Samantha sounded. As cliché as this may seem though when he called me Sam or Sammy it sounded normal. It sounded almost like he had been saying it forever. No it didn’t make me get butterflies in my stomach or suddenly realize this is the guy for me. No I just liked how it sounded, but trust me although I may be breaking the heart of those whom ‘ship’ us I will not fall madly in love with him. First of all he has a red truck, second of all he may be the cause of my first broken bone, and thirdly I hardly know him and he probably hates me for not recognizing him. So even if I did think we could have a great relationship WHICH I DIDN’T it would never happen, I don’t even have a chance. It’s not that I think I’m ugly or anything I am just nothing special and we barely know each other.
Soon enough we reached the hospital.