Two weeks had passed since that Sunday afternoon with Mikey and Frank. I hadn’t seen or spoken to either of them since, although Mikey had tried to call me a couple of times. I never answered. In my mind, I knew it had been a bad idea going and I wished that I didn’t.

The very next day after going to Mikey’s, Mr. Way had stopped me on my way to Math and warned me never to speak to his brother or his friends again. I’d regret it if I did, or so he said.

I knew that going to Mikey’s would just make the situation between me and my Art teacher worse. Although, it has been different to what I thought it would be. Instead of hours of detention, Mr. Way has just ignored me completely, never muttering a single word to me. The only time he approached me was to give me homework, which always seemed to be double to what everybody else was getting, though I never told Delilah this.

I could sense that Delilah knew something was wrong, but I couldn’t tell her, or Tom or Suzanne. It was too weird and too confusing to tell other people my problems. It was something that needed to be sorted on my own... I just didn’t have a clue where to start.

The Christmas break was slowly approaching with only two days until the end of term. I agreed with everyone about wanting to get far away from school. Two weeks to just do as I please, and not have to worry about Mr. Way’s cold stare or harsh words. Although, I did prefer the silent treatment, it didn’t make me feel any better.

At Wednesday lunch time, me and Delilah were hanging out at Tom and Suzanne’s house where we were discussing what we should do during the Christmas break.

“Why don’t we go see a movie next week? That new Jim Carrey film is out this Friday.” Suzanne suggested, “I love Jim Carrey movies... They always make me smile!” She stated with a grin on her face.

I nodded in agreement, “Liar Liar is one of my favourite movies! The guy is a genius in film... I agree with you, we should totally go see that!”

The rest of the lunch hour was spent eating cold pizza and arranging when we should see Yes Man, Jim Carrey’s new movie.

Before we left to go back to school, I was helping Tom clean up, “You really don’t have to, Sam. It’s not your house,” he laughed.

“It’s fine. Besides, I helped make the mess; it’s only fair I help clean it up.”

I couldn’t help but notice that Tom was acting differently around me today. The way he talked to me, and the way he smiled at me was different than normal. Actually, thinking about it, it had been like that for a while now. I wasn’t going to say anything, though... Unless he did first.

And just as I was having those thoughts, it was as if Tom had read my mind. He reached out and grabbed my hand gently. He stroked the tips of my fingers and gave a warm smile, “I’ve wanted to say something for a while now... But I’m not really sure how. It just seems the right time as we’re alone but... I really like you, Sam. I have for a while now.”

I felt my heart race. Not because I felt the same way – I wasn’t even sure that I did – but because I wasn’t sure how to react. But before I could even come up with a response, I felt his lips touch mine. I felt my heart race more.

I felt so unsure of what to do. Should I kiss back? But I didn’t even know if I felt the same way, and it would be unfair to make him think otherwise, but I also didn’t want him to think that I was completely rejecting him because I wasn’t sure of my feelings.

There was a vibration in my pocket which broke up the kiss. It was my phone. Tom and I didn’t even say a word to each other, as I just answered my cell, “Hello?” I asked my voice an octave higher than it should be.

“Samantha Phillips! You need to get back to school right now!” I heard my mom yell down the phone. Before I had a chance to ask what was going on, it was like she read my mind, “We’ve just had a call from the school. Apparently, you’ve been causing some sort of trouble in one of your classes, and your teacher wants to talk to both me and your father about it... What have you done, Sam?”

I knew I hadn’t been causing any trouble at school, so I knew right away which teacher she was referring to – Mr. Way.

“Mom, calm down. I haven’t done anything. I’ll talk to you at school; I don’t want to explain it right now.” I hung up. I sighed. I thought about what I’d just said – was I really going to explain how Mr. Way had been treating me?

There was a thought at the back of my mind that was telling me that if I did attempt to tell anyone, he would convince everyone that I was lying.

I sighed again, unsure of what to do next. I put my phone away, and it was then I realized that Tom was still standing right in front of me.

“Is everything okay?” He asked kindly. What was I going to do about Tom? He was nice enough, but I wasn’t sure that I felt the same way he did. I decided that it was a conversation that could wait for another day... Besides, I had to get back to school.

I shook my head, “Oh, it’s nothing. Just my parents, they’ve been called into the school for some stupid thing. I better be getting back.” Without another word, I turned away. I grabbed my things on the way out with a quick goodbye to Delilah and Suzanne.

It didn’t even enter my mind that they would also be going back to school, and that I could have got a ride from Tom. Even if I had thought of that, it would have been too awkward.

For the entire walk back to school, I was trying to work out what Mr. Way was planning on saying. It would have to be something serious for my parents to be called in. I still couldn’t understand why he was being like this; I was gonna stay away from his friends just like he demanded. What else had I done wrong?

Notes

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