I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, sure." I waited a beat. "Can I bring Becky?"
He froze and I moved ahead, laughing. Then he called after me, "You're not funny."
I shook my head and kept laughing. I was funny enough.
I had Lydia in my first two periods and she kept giving me weird looks. Jessica was in my third and fourth period. She refused to look at me. Then at lunch, when Becky dropped across from me and Adam went to sit with his football team, Jill joined their table along with Lydia and Jessica.
Becky looked over her shoulder and her eyes got wide. "I can't believe them."
"What?" I was cautious as I opened my bag lunch. Then I relaxed. Inside were an orange, a bag of chips, and a peanut butter sandwich. I gave her my chips, tossed the sandwich in the trash, and started to peel the orange.
"Jill Flatten. She's all over Jeff at the table. And I can't believe she's friends with your friends."
"They're not my friends."
"They were," she retorted and sent them a glare. Lydia had looked, but ducked her head down. "It's like Jill Flatten wants your life."
I sat back and fought off a yawn.
"Aren't you bothered at all by her?"
I shrugged. "Truthfully, no. It's sorta the last thing on my mind these days."
She gave me an incredulous look. "What else is going on in your life?"
If only she knew… I lifted an careless shoulder. "Jill Flatten does not bother me." Mason and Logan on the other hand… My mother… I shuddered. My whole life had fallen apart. Finding one good friend like Becky erased all the other friend drama.
"She bothers me." She peeked over her shoulder at them.
I looked this time too and saw all three of them had been staring at us. Lydia squeaked and looked at her food. Jessica's head whipped away and Jill only narrowed her eyes, but she held my gaze.
I narrowed mine back and stood.
Becky gasped, "What are you doing?"
I was tempted to shrug her off. I didn't know, but something propelled me across the lunch room. I stopped before their table and heard a lot of conversations hush. The football team sat at the 'popular' table, but most of the really popular girls sat at the other end where Adam was with the other varsity starters. Jill, Lydia, and Jessica sat at the far end where Jeff was, along with the other second string guys. Jeff was third string, actually.
Becky bumped into my elbow, and then apologized under her breath. She was panting from her hurry.
"Sam!" Adam called over and waved at us.
I ignored him.
Becky took my arm and hissed in my ear, "We can sit by him."
I shrugged her off and glanced up. I didn't know what made me look, but my fake father had entered the lunch room. He was dressed in his coach's apparel, a professional looking running suit with Fallen Crest Academy printed on his left shoulder underneath our school's crest.
"Yes?" Jill snapped at me. She tried to sound bored, like I was annoying her, but I heard the apprehension underneath it.
At the sight of David, everything hardened in me again. I was growing used to that feeling and I looked back at her. There was an added edge to me when I stepped close to their table and placed a hand right in front of her.
"Sam?" Jeff leaned forward and whispered. "What are you doing?"
Jessica still refused to look at me. Lydia had both her hands over her face, but her fingers were spread. She watched from behind them and I saw that she was holding her breath.
"You're wasting our lunch time," Jill snapped. "What do you want, Sam? You're pathetic."
Then Adam was beside me and his hand held my elbow. He pulled me back against him and spoke into my ear. As his lips moved, they brushed against me and I shivered from the teasing touch. "Sit with me. Let this go. Trust me, it won't be worth it."
"Fine." I released everything in me when I surrendered with that word.
He nodded and started to pull me away. I saw the looks of relief on Jessica, Lydia, and Jeff's faces. Jill looked disappointed, but David stepped in front of me. He gave Adam a polite nod. "Do you mind if I have a word with Samantha?"
I stiffened in Adam's hold and he cast a concerned look at me. Then he reluctantly nodded. "Sure."
David gestured towards the hall and I followed at a slower pace. I glanced back and saw that Adam had pulled Becky to sit beside him, but she watched me. Her eyes were small and she was biting her lip.
Then the door was pushed open and we stepped out into the empty hallway.
David gestured ahead. "My office?"
I rolled my eyes. "Is this about your car?"
"My office?"
I heard the forced politeness and followed. Everything in me was cement. I didn't care, not one iota, but I followed anyway. I was more curious to what he had to say and then when we were in his office and he shut the door, I knew he meant business. He indicated the couch across from his desk.
I perched on the end.
He took his seat and folded his hands on the desk. He looked at them.
I waited.
No one spoke.
Then he cursed under his breath and looked up. His eyes were bleak again.
I frowned. I didn't care why he looked like that. It made no difference to me now…
He started, "Do you know how much trouble you could've been?"
"If you had called the cops?"
"Yes," he snapped out. "Samantha, this is not a joke."
"I'm not laughing."
"If anyone else would've seen and had called the cops, I wouldn't have been able to protect you. The cops have the right to press charges, even if the offended party doesn't want them to."
"So you're saying you don't want me charged?"
He sighed and leaned back in his chair. "I didn't call the cops for a reason."
"Why's that?" I was in shock at my own voice. I sounded so bored.
He bit out a few curses. The hostility of them drew me upright again and something stirred in me. It was like I was coming awake again.
He glared at me. "Of course, I don't want you hurt. Why would you think that? I raised you, Samantha."
"Even though I'm not your daughter."
His chest heaved up and down and he looked like he was fighting for control. His voice was strained a second later. "I loved you, all your life, like you were my daughter. And what happened to you wasn't your fault—"
He froze and I moved ahead, laughing. Then he called after me, "You're not funny."
I shook my head and kept laughing. I was funny enough.
I had Lydia in my first two periods and she kept giving me weird looks. Jessica was in my third and fourth period. She refused to look at me. Then at lunch, when Becky dropped across from me and Adam went to sit with his football team, Jill joined their table along with Lydia and Jessica.
Becky looked over her shoulder and her eyes got wide. "I can't believe them."
"What?" I was cautious as I opened my bag lunch. Then I relaxed. Inside were an orange, a bag of chips, and a peanut butter sandwich. I gave her my chips, tossed the sandwich in the trash, and started to peel the orange.
"Jill Flatten. She's all over Jeff at the table. And I can't believe she's friends with your friends."
"They're not my friends."
"They were," she retorted and sent them a glare. Lydia had looked, but ducked her head down. "It's like Jill Flatten wants your life."
I sat back and fought off a yawn.
"Aren't you bothered at all by her?"
I shrugged. "Truthfully, no. It's sorta the last thing on my mind these days."
She gave me an incredulous look. "What else is going on in your life?"
If only she knew… I lifted an careless shoulder. "Jill Flatten does not bother me." Mason and Logan on the other hand… My mother… I shuddered. My whole life had fallen apart. Finding one good friend like Becky erased all the other friend drama.
"She bothers me." She peeked over her shoulder at them.
I looked this time too and saw all three of them had been staring at us. Lydia squeaked and looked at her food. Jessica's head whipped away and Jill only narrowed her eyes, but she held my gaze.
I narrowed mine back and stood.
Becky gasped, "What are you doing?"
I was tempted to shrug her off. I didn't know, but something propelled me across the lunch room. I stopped before their table and heard a lot of conversations hush. The football team sat at the 'popular' table, but most of the really popular girls sat at the other end where Adam was with the other varsity starters. Jill, Lydia, and Jessica sat at the far end where Jeff was, along with the other second string guys. Jeff was third string, actually.
Becky bumped into my elbow, and then apologized under her breath. She was panting from her hurry.
"Sam!" Adam called over and waved at us.
I ignored him.
Becky took my arm and hissed in my ear, "We can sit by him."
I shrugged her off and glanced up. I didn't know what made me look, but my fake father had entered the lunch room. He was dressed in his coach's apparel, a professional looking running suit with Fallen Crest Academy printed on his left shoulder underneath our school's crest.
"Yes?" Jill snapped at me. She tried to sound bored, like I was annoying her, but I heard the apprehension underneath it.
At the sight of David, everything hardened in me again. I was growing used to that feeling and I looked back at her. There was an added edge to me when I stepped close to their table and placed a hand right in front of her.
"Sam?" Jeff leaned forward and whispered. "What are you doing?"
Jessica still refused to look at me. Lydia had both her hands over her face, but her fingers were spread. She watched from behind them and I saw that she was holding her breath.
"You're wasting our lunch time," Jill snapped. "What do you want, Sam? You're pathetic."
Then Adam was beside me and his hand held my elbow. He pulled me back against him and spoke into my ear. As his lips moved, they brushed against me and I shivered from the teasing touch. "Sit with me. Let this go. Trust me, it won't be worth it."
"Fine." I released everything in me when I surrendered with that word.
He nodded and started to pull me away. I saw the looks of relief on Jessica, Lydia, and Jeff's faces. Jill looked disappointed, but David stepped in front of me. He gave Adam a polite nod. "Do you mind if I have a word with Samantha?"
I stiffened in Adam's hold and he cast a concerned look at me. Then he reluctantly nodded. "Sure."
David gestured towards the hall and I followed at a slower pace. I glanced back and saw that Adam had pulled Becky to sit beside him, but she watched me. Her eyes were small and she was biting her lip.
Then the door was pushed open and we stepped out into the empty hallway.
David gestured ahead. "My office?"
I rolled my eyes. "Is this about your car?"
"My office?"
I heard the forced politeness and followed. Everything in me was cement. I didn't care, not one iota, but I followed anyway. I was more curious to what he had to say and then when we were in his office and he shut the door, I knew he meant business. He indicated the couch across from his desk.
I perched on the end.
He took his seat and folded his hands on the desk. He looked at them.
I waited.
No one spoke.
Then he cursed under his breath and looked up. His eyes were bleak again.
I frowned. I didn't care why he looked like that. It made no difference to me now…
He started, "Do you know how much trouble you could've been?"
"If you had called the cops?"
"Yes," he snapped out. "Samantha, this is not a joke."
"I'm not laughing."
"If anyone else would've seen and had called the cops, I wouldn't have been able to protect you. The cops have the right to press charges, even if the offended party doesn't want them to."
"So you're saying you don't want me charged?"
He sighed and leaned back in his chair. "I didn't call the cops for a reason."
"Why's that?" I was in shock at my own voice. I sounded so bored.
He bit out a few curses. The hostility of them drew me upright again and something stirred in me. It was like I was coming awake again.
He glared at me. "Of course, I don't want you hurt. Why would you think that? I raised you, Samantha."
"Even though I'm not your daughter."
His chest heaved up and down and he looked like he was fighting for control. His voice was strained a second later. "I loved you, all your life, like you were my daughter. And what happened to you wasn't your fault—"
