9 Oh Fuck

Rachael Point Of View:

2 Weeks Later...

After the small incident between Samantha and I, yes, the part when we're an inch apart. Things got awkward. Awkward! Did we kiss? Haha - no, why? Cause she pulled away before anything could happen, sad right?

After these 2 weeks, I've gotten more involved with the problem between Austin and Hannah, and I've been talking to Sarah more to avoid Samantha. Hannah has been a bit clingy, but she's a cool person to hang out. School is a bitch cause of my AP classes and Samantha is still a bitch.

"Hi, Rachael," Sarah says with a small wave, walking down the hallway with Samantha on her left.

"Hi, Sarah," I say happily, rapidly waving my hand with excitement. "Did you got your homework done for AP Physic?"

Sarah stops walking when she reached me at my locker, "Yeah, I did. Did you?"

"Yes," I lied.

Sarah gives me an uncertain look and Samantha beside her rolls her eyes.

"No, she didn't do her homework," Samantha says emotionally, I groan in annoyance.

"Thank you for outing me, Bitch," I say in a sarcastic tone. Yup, I called her a bitch, at first she was annoyed, but she's used to it now. What's the relationship between us? Eh, I don't know. It's confusing for sure, I don't know if I shall call her friend or acquaintances.

"Are you stuck?" Sarah asks. "I can help you."

"Oh no, I'm not stuck, I just don't want to do it," I say.

Samantha swifts her feet around before coming to my side. She looks down at me then leans in toward my ear.

"Well then, that sucks," Samantha says in her low raspy voice, she brushes her lips against my ear before backing off. Leaving me in chills and burning face, this has been going on for about a week. Whatever she's doing with me, I hate it. It brings an uncomfortable feeling in my stomach, but I like it at the same time. Yeah go ahead, call me crazy. She's beautiful, but it's confusing. She could be a bitch, but then, she can be a tease. I hate it. It's confusing.

"Remember to finish it before you get into class today," Sarah says softly, giving me a concerned smile. "See you later, I need to head to my first class."

"Okay!" I say. "Buh-bye!"

As I take off my jacket, Samantha is still standing there, I ignore her eyes on me as I continue putting stuff in my locker. Usually, Austin and Hannah would be here by now, but they told me they would be getting coffee and some donuts to share. I couldn't come with them because I have to drop off Abby to school. Mason and Sophie are in the library as usual.

My back is still facing Samantha because I don't want to face her. She's beautiful, and it's one of those things I admire about her. Don't tell her that I said that, she doesn't need to know.

"I never knew locker could be that interesting to look at," Samantha's voice broke my thoughts, I huff, and take off not giving her glance. "Why are you leaving me?"

"I'm not," I start walking faster hoping she would be left behind. I pushed past people, bumping some with my shoulder by accident and mumbling sorry's along the way.

I can't deal with Samantha right now, because it's confusing. I would start to think Samantha is a bitch, but her face makes me think otherwise. It's not her beauty, it's her eyes. It's a mystery, she doesn't break a smile or laugh, she does laugh and smile from time to time. However, it's those kinds of a smile and laughs where it doesn't have a ring to it. It's empty. It's hallow, I don't like how it sounds. Those sound she makes sounds sad.

"I didn't know short people could walk this fast," Samantha says, keeping up with my pace as I'm heading to our first class together. I could feel her eyes on me, but I ignore her.

I didn't respond to her and she didn't say anything, eventually, silence took over. We walk side by side, some people gave us glances, but Samantha stares them off. I kept my head low, lost in my thoughts. I know there's something between Samantha and me, it's hate. Well, I think it's hate. We would mock each other, or insult each other, but we would never show kindness to each other.

It's like second nature for us, to mock and to insult each other when we have the opportunity. People have realized the tension between Samantha and me, but I don't think I could keep it up anymore.

"What's the matter?" Her voice softens when we enter the room. It's still passing time, so not many people are here. "Why are you ignoring me?"

I roll my eyes, "It's confusing."

"What is?" She says, pulling her chair out and setting her backpack down. Taking the seat next to mine, yup, we seat together in this class.

I let out a groan as I bury my face in my palms.

"What are we?" I ask.

"What do you mean?" She asks.

"We insult each other, we mock each other," I say. "But then, you would do something to me to put - to put me in ch-chills."

"I give you chills?" She says showing amusement in her eyes, sparkling.

"You know what, shut it," I huff in annoyance.

Samantha looks at me before looking away in silence. I kept my eyes on her, she's gorgeous no doubt, and I've probably have said that a million times. You're annoyed with it? Then I'll say it more. She's gorgeous, she's beautiful, she's pretty, and she's a bitch.

However, I like how complicated she is because it's like a challenge for me. It's hard to have a conversation with her, it's hard to get her attention, it's hard to understand her, but why do I love how complex this is? Why do I want to get closer when she pushes me away? Why do I feel like I want more...because I don't understand our relationship right now. Oh fuck.