Fallen Crest High(137)

"Stop." The word slipped from me. My voice was shaky.

"Sam, think about that." He held a hand out to me and I couldn't bear the sight of his pleading.

I shouldered away his hand and slipped from the room. As soon as I had collected my bag, I bolted from school. The week had started with a bang and it ended with one. As soon as I got home, I went on a run and three and a half hours later I limped my way home.

I'd been running too much. It was starting to become unhealthy, but it did its job. I collapsed in my bed as soon as I left the shower. When I woke it was dark out and I grimaced in confusion. My phone peeled through the cool night air and it lit up my desk.

I groaned, but pulled myself up and stumbled to it.

Logan's name flashed across the screen.

I snapped it open, not sure if I was ready for this. I mumbled out, "ello?"

"You didn't come to the game?"

"Huh?" I squinted at the clock. It was after nine? I should still be in bed.

"Logan," I groaned. "I was sleeping."

"Our biggest game this season and you weren't here!"

"Oh god." I pressed a hand to my head. "You're not going away, are you?"

"No, look, I'm pissed. You should've been here tonight."

My insides started to stir awake. "Are you kidding me? How was I supposed to know? I haven't talked to either of you all week."

There was silence for a second. "You haven't?"

"No," I snapped out. "I had to hear from Mark Decraw that you guys are having a party tomorrow night."

"Oh…I'm sorry, Sam. I really am. I thought we told you about that."

"How would you? You'd have to communicate with me to do that."

"No, I thought, oh man, I thought Mason must've been talking to you since the two of you are…"

"Stop right there. We're not dating. We're not anything. For me to know what we are there'd have to be a conversation about it and I haven't heard a word from him so there's definitely been no conversation about that." My chest was heaving up and down. I patted at it. I needed to calm down.

My phone beeped in my ear and I cursed as I pulled it away. Mason had sent me a text. 'Want to eat? I'm hungry.'

I groaned into the phone. "Is he there with you?"

"Who?"

"You know who."

"No," he sighed. "I was calling to chew you out, but that didn't turn out how I thought it would—"

"Where's Mason?"

"I don't know. I'm being honest. Some of the guys are headed out for pizza and then there's a party. I was going to see if you wanted to come with, but now I'm scared to ask you. Why? Did he call you now?"

"Yeah."

"Call him back. I'll see you tonight." His voice got cheery and the dial tone blared in my ear next.

I cursed as I glared at the phone. It beeped again and it was another text from Mason. 'Are you home?'

Then I heard his voice in the hallway. "Sam?"

It wasn't long before my door was pushed open and he flicked my light on. I was blinded for a moment.

"Hey, did you get my texts?"

I snapped my phone shut and drew my robe tighter around me. "Yes."

He grinned and ran a hand through his wet hair. He looked like he'd showered.

"You pissed at me because I haven't called all week?"

"Nope. Not at all. I cried on Adam's shoulder today."