SAM’S POV
Getting down the bus, she walked the short distance from the bus stop to the school gate. The glow she felt when she was with Luke started fading as every step took her nearer to the school.
Friday, she thought with a sigh. At last.
She ignored the glances and the way students shifted away from her path as if she was a leper. She didn’t care about her (non-existent) reputation anymore.
Her heart had hardened a long time back since the day she had accidently poured soda over Dawn Sanders, the she-devil. Back in middle school.
Dawn had been flirting with one of the hottest boys in school who happened to be Michelle’s older brother. Sam, passing by had slipped and the soda bottle on her tray tipped over and emptied over Dawn. Robert, Mich’s brother had laughed out loud at the sight of Dawn drenched in sticky juice, and had said loudly, “No thanks. I don’t like you in that way.”
And Dawn was convinced that it was Sam’s fault that she was rejected. Even then, Dawn wielded power in the right circles. It resulted in Sam being shunned from people. She was jeered, teased continuously. They made her cry, scream in frustration, but it only fueled their cruel actions. Then she decided they weren’t worth her anger.
She didn’t mind it now. Not much. She had learnt how to cope so cope is what she was doing. Just one year left and she could move away from here or something, and start over again. All she had to do was endure this one year. Not a big deal.
But just as she thought that, by some irony of fate, she fell. Or rather she was pushed.
She fell onto the pavement and winced when loose rocks scratched her palms. As soon as her knees touched the ground, she straightened using the leverage, having practice with stuff like these. She glanced around for the culprit but since everyone was giggling and smirking, she didn’t bother. No, she didn’t feel angry. Nor did she feel embarrassed. She just felt tired. Tired of it all.
She pulled the hood of her jacket down and trudged to the gate, head bowed low, palms stinging painfully, wishing for Michelle to be early today.
Sometimes the loneliness she felt in this crowd was stifling.
Heading to class, she almost jumped in fright when Mich jumped on her. Mich’s dirty blonde hair was pulled into a loose bun, strands freely bouncing around her heart-shaped face, her blue eyes sparkling with the endless energy she possessed.
“SAMMIE!!” she shrieked, “THE DEVIL WAS IN TOWN!!!”
“Huh?” Sam said, her face carefully arranged to blank surprise. “Really?”
“YES!! They were here day before yesterday!!”
“Wednesday?”
“Yes Wednesday,” confirmed Mich. “I heard they were visiting some friends!” then she frowned. “I wonder who they are. I would love to meet them.”
“Wasn’t it mentioned?”
“No. It wasn’t there in the article,” Mich said pouting a little. Sam looked away from Mich’s enthusiastic face, feeling guilty.
“How’s your fever?” she asked wanting to change the subject.
“Down and gone,” Mich said then suddenly hugged Sam to her and said, “I missed seeing that depressed face of yours!”
Sam winced as Mich’s arms tightened around her bruised ribs.
“I…I missed you too,” she mumbled into Mich’s hair. Mich leaned closer and peered at her face. “I heard from Matt that you—”
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Living with an Arrogant Rockstar (ON HOLD)
Humor> Sam's life was pretty normal, with good grades and some bullying in her school. She was a loner with a secret and didn't care about what people thought about her pretty much. Luke was the lead singer of the famous rock band 'Devil' who had made i...
