Chapter Ten: Apology

Sitting out front of the school, it was early morning. Sitting on a elevated surface, I kicked my legs.

"What will I say," I thought to myself.

It's been awhile since I last spoke to Sammy. It was Friday when we last saw, when I interacted with Andrew. Since I have a class with her today, Tuesday, I needed to apologize for my, sudden, actions. Heading towards class, I had all day to prepare. Walking inside the building, a very angry Sammy tapped her foot.

'Oh, Sammy! What are you doing here,' I nervously said.

'What's with the look?'

Looking at my black out, chains hanging off my waist, darkened makeup and black boots, I chuckled. 'Uh, well.....How are you Sammy?'

'How am I?'

'Yes, how a-'

'I fucking heard you.'

'Wait, Sammy, I know I ignored you those days, but-'

'Yeah, you did! No text or calls to explain! No nothing, do you not trust me!? are you really in love with me? or do you find sexual pleasure in being with me! I want to know!'

I looked down at my feet, then smacked my face. 'Sammy, I know I fricked up! But I do love you! With the time I was alone, I realized how much of an idiot I was being and what wrongs I had to make amends to! So Sammy, I ask, will you forgive me?'

She looked side to side, 'After school, come to my house, I'll tell you then,' she walked off.

Watching her walk off, I sighed in relief as she didn't tell me no.

Throughout the day, I wondered what she was gonna tell me. From 1st period, to passing time, to lunch, to last period with her.

Taking my seat, she also took hers.

'Hey Sammy, did you do the homework for class,' I twisted my pointer fingers on the tips of one another.

'Maybe.'

'Oh could I please have the answers, I'm not a history nerd,' I put my hands up as if i were begging.

'But, this isn't history, this is psychology.'

I gave her a blank expression.

'Sarah?'

'My point excatly, and now I just remembered I also have to convince my history teacher to let me turn in late work.'

She giggled, 'Ok ok, here,' she gave me her homework.

Quickly I copied the answers down, before stopping at a certain phrase, 'Adolescents?'

'That's what the lessons been about you know.'

'I think I need to pay attention more.'

'Yeah,' she agreed.

Turning in my homework, the teacher walked in.

'G'day class. Today, we'll further our understanding about...well YOU all!'

Everyone looked sideways at each other.

'Youth these day, we know so much more than before! It's so exhilarating,'

Mrs.Snic walked over to the whiteboard, 'How many friends do you lot have,' she crossed her arms.

The roomed remained quiet.

'Exactly! Not that none of you have no friends, but known of you will admit it because you're so keen on the idea of looking popular and fitting in!'

The bell rung.

'Ah, class has begun officially now,' Mrs.Snic begun to write something on the board.

After a very long boring discussion, we were dismissed.

Approaching Sammy, I placed my hand on her shoulder, 'Hey, class is over.'

'Didn't you hear me? After school, come to my house.'

'I thought we were good though,' I felt her tugging her shoulder away.

'We'll talk more at my house,' fixing her bag on her shoulder, Sammy checked her notebook as she left down the hall.

Walking disappointingly down the hall, I got a text message: here's my address-followed bt her address. Texting Josh, I had let him know I'll be walking home today and that he didn't need to drive me. Heading down the central staircase, I felt a strong slap on my back, 'Ouch! wh-'

'Hey Sarah, how's it been?'

That voice was terrifying and rememberable like Andrew's. I couldn't pin point who, but u didn't want to see either.

'Rude to not face someone when they're talking to you.'

As people pushed me aside going to leave, I turned to face the voice. As she was in middle school, Cassie is still the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Her makeup done to perfection; pink lip gloss, golden eyeshadow, and rose pink cheeks. Her skin was slightly tanned but didn't hide her white skin. Now that we're in highschool, she had pierced both her ears with loops and her fake nails were golden colour to go with her white t-shirt, gold and black bomber jacket, and a black skirt. With white slip-ons, she moved onto me. Her boobs pressed against mine, 'H-h-hey Cassie,' I said sheepishly.

'Glad you remember me,' she smiled as she stepped back.

'What do you what?'

'Wanna know a secret about me,' she leaned her face to me.

'Um,' I nervously tried to walk away as she yanked me back, 'N-no?'

'My last name is Hughes.'

'And what about it?'

'So it seems my sister didn't tell ya,' Cassie stood straight, slightly taller than me, and she smirked, 'I Cassie Hughes is related to Sammy Hughes and I don't want no-' she jabbed her thumb against my chest, '-loser dating my sister!'

'Wha-'

She shoved me to the ground, 'I mean it! I'll get you beaten up if you dare approach her!' She walked off.

Getting up, I turned in defeat as I got ready to walk home. Knowing that those were sisters, I wondered where Sammy was during my entire time I was bullied. If shes so kind now, where was she before? An apology seemed irrelevant now that I've learned how unimportant I am.