Chapter 3 Sam

Haley-

Sam and I find ourselves screaming to the lyrics of Tate's you broke me first.

I have to admit, she was an amazing singer. Well wasn't she perfect in everything?

"Do you want anything?" She asks and I shrug. She's been super nice since I entered her car this afternoon, speaking of cars. Her ride is damn cool- so sleek and black, the typical baddie girl vibes it gives makes me feel different.

"Burger and hot chocolate I guess." I tell her still vibing to her playlist. She really put together an amazing playlist, she says she did one on Spotify, I have to check that out.

She said our orders through the intercom and paid.

**

"Thanks." She said collecting them and paying for the orders.

The queen says thanks? There's a whole lot that Oakland doesn't know about her.. I'm about to find out though.

As we hit the road again I sight a familiar black leather jacket and Isaac Presley's image appears in my mind and I can't help but sigh.

If you're wondering, Isaac Presley is one of the fine dudes in our grade. We used to buddies many grades back until he declared me uncool and became friends with Sam and her friends.

Wierdly, I recently started finding him really attractive and I can't believe I'm admitting I have a crush.

My mind wondered to when Sam came to Oakland, she had all the new girl vibes that'll make any guy come running. It was no surprise that she became friends with Elon and his friends quickly.

Elon.. well he's been in the school for as long as I've been. We never really talked all through our years together, I practically grew up in Oakland yet I can't say I have an actual friend. I mean I talk to people yeah but then.. it's not the long term type.

Tears threatened to spill from my eyes but I bite my lips and blink them back, I wish my life was different. I wish I had fun in high school, I wish..

"Are you alright?" Sam asked as I sniffled. I gave a small fake smile while wiping my tears away stylishly, I'm still wondering why she came to talk to me, why she even monitored me.

"Um.. Sam, why did you offer me a job that requires total trust? I mean the no information leaves the house kinda job when you barely know me?" She just smirks and says nothing but keeps her eyes on the road.

I study her beautifully shaped face once again before I allow my self sink in the misery I somehow created- emptiness.

**

I'm pretty sure I passed for the no thinking test today in pretty much the opposite.

I really should opt for a better style of life.. ugh. Where do I even start from?

"Choice of clothing." Elon's voice echos through the room, yeah my duty is practically to watch over him so I am with him basically all the time, what does he even need a babysitter for? Where are his parents?

Does he like have to invade my privacy? Can he not shut himself out of my head?

Too many questions.

"Look here Mister there's a reason why normal human beings can not read each other's mind. Can't you block yourself the hell outta my head?" I turn my back to him and lie on the bean bag.

"Plus nothing's wrong with my outfit."

Okay we all know that was a bloody ass lie, I'm very ashamed to describe my today wears.

"In the stage of denial, aren't we?" Does he have to be correct? Even if he is.. must it be all he time? I sigh as a reply.

"Can we have a truce?" I ask after a minute of thinking, Elon can actually teach me to get better socially but what can I offer?

"I was thinking the exact same thing." He interrupts my thoughts again.

Can't you block yourself out of my mind? I ask still not turning to look at him.

"Let's put is this way I help you out with your awkward social life and you owe me two favours."

"Why does that sentence make it seem like I'm going to be doing more than two favours?" This time I turn to face him so I can see his expression, still the same cold, emotionless way it has always been.

His perfect description is inhumane and emotionless.

He looked like he was made out of thicker human skin, he was the literal beast of beauty and the beast.

"Hey I've been thinking about what you looked like a coupe years ago and I haven't been able to recall. Any cool photos of you back then?" What was I asking? Cool photos of him? Has anything he's ever done been uncool?

I stand up from the bean bag as he gets up from his stool made of iron.

"Why are you following me?" Wasn't he going to get the picture?

"To see them." I point out so dick head could get.

"The hell? I'm actually going to take a pee." "Oh." My face flush pink from the embarrassment, did I just say I wanted to see.. dear mind do not just go there.

"I'll be over there waiting for you and please I'd love to see your photos.. I couldn't find you on Instagram, why is that?" Yes and that was my indirect confession of stalking him, I winced Internally.

"Miss, I really have to go." He excuses himself and walk away, it's only then I notice how he walks. His feets doesn't touch the fricking ground.. holy shit.

I take a swift turn and return to my resting bean bag when I hear a knock on the door.

That's a bit strange Sam isn't supposed to be back by now.

"Dude open the door or we're bargio right in." Male voices call from behind the door and I freeze. The boys are back, what is today? Tuesday.. they didn't even spend a week.

"He's in the bathroom, he'd be out in a minute." I scream and the knocking stops, was I supposed to say that? Lame excuse for not opening the door, I don't know if he wants them to come in or not.

"And who are you?" A voice I could recognise anywhere asked, Isaac Presley. I grin on impulse, I must be going nuts.

"He'd be out soon, hang on a little bit." I Forgive me for trying to impress him but.. shit I forgot I looked like crap.

The heck.. what am I going to do? I can't have them seeing me this way. It's a very bad first impression.

An imaginary bulb goes off in my head, I should change into my school wears. Hold on a sec, it would be obvious to Kyle I'm tryna impress them. This is so horrible, I can't let them see me in baggy sweat pants and a ridiculous red shirt.

Without giving another thought I go into the opposite bathroom and change into my school outfit. Long sleeve cropped tee and my checkered skirt, I don't put the jacket on again. Mum would have killed me had I not worn the jacket.

I zip up my bag after folding my clothe in and take a whiff of my smell, at least I don't smell sweaty. I feel really crappy now, I spray my blue berry scented spray on my dress and try to fix my face up. I look like a horrible mess, I wonder what was going on in Kyle's mind while I was with him.

Lips horribly chapped,

Face pale,

Eyebrows scattered,

Acne in full display. Acnes are normal spare me.

Eish, I close my eyes and breathe out. I guess I'm not cut out for being hot at all.

I turn the tap on and splash a little water on my face and dry it out with a towel, I give my face one last look in the mirror and step out.

They are all head deep in a conversation, how long have I been in there?

"Have you found any girl yet?" Vincent, our schools current quarterback asks.

Do these guys ever look bad? The crew looks even better than before, reasons girls swarm around them. Who doesn't want a touch of beauty?

And Isaac, he looks even more tanned than before and still as handsome as ever. One of the wonders a half a week vacation performs. I sigh

Okay that's enough.. I'm beginning to sound pathetic. I straighten up and push the door open instantly all heads fly to my direction.

I nearly choke on my own spit, they looked alarmed for a second before their faces dissolved.

"Who is she?"

"She has a mouth I guess." That was Elon not wanting to blow things up for me.

What do I say first? Hi?

Elon bursts into a laughing fit as he reads my mind (obviously) and I frown, now I'm cross.

"Haley." I say before seating on the chair far from them.

"She looks familiar." "Yeah, from school." I reply Isaac forcing my grin back in, he just talked to me.

"Shit." He remembers his uncool bestie

Yay!

Feel the sarcasm?

"Yeah.. shit." I reply frowning. The rest of the gang exchange glances and let the matter end there. I have a feeling when I'm gone they'll talk about this.. more like about me, the shit.

"Yeah I forgot to add. Logan's coming." Vincent adds and lean into his chair.

"Sorry to disturb y'all." Sam burst through the door, wierd. She's back early and she didn't knock, she probably knew they were here. She scans the whole room and frowns

"Don't tell me Haley's been listening to the entire conversation." She drop her red clutch on a chair and frees her ponytail, is there an issue with my being here?

"I'll be in the living room." Reasons I really don't like Sam, she makes the line between middle class and rich very bold. I wonder if that's how they all are, maybe that's how they all are. I thought she was nice today.

I twist the door knob and step out of the room to receive fresh air void of irritating characters. Just as I'm about to bang the door I hear Isaac take an excuse to leave.

I shut the door quickly and make a beeline for the staircase. Is this how every girl feels when she's running away from who she likes? I also feel very stupid, why exactly am I running from him?

The whole heart beat escalation thingy, sweaty palms irrational thinking all happens and I nearly trip over on the floor, I'm in such a haste to nowhere.

I dash into the kitchen and try to even my breathe out. I'm pretty sure I lost him, pheew.

It has been a while since we spoke, considering all that money, class difference.

Unfortunately he catches up.

"Hey."

"Hi." I breathe out turning to him with a fake smile on my face.

"It's been a very long while." Short on words I nod and murmur a quiet yeah.

"I didn't even know you still attended Oakland." I scoff.

"Why? Because I'm too poor to afford the fees?" Isaac knew about my family's financial problems. Like I earlier said we were friends and all that.

"Fuck me, no Haley, it's.." "Don't Haley me." My face turns sour. I hop on the kitchen counter subconsciously.

"You know what.. I'm quitting this job." I jerk myself off the counter and make my way outside the kitchen. As I breeze past him he puts out his hand and grab my arm, and suddenly I feel like the girl in the movie.

"Hey I'm sorry." His soft voice makes me want to cry.

"Friends?" He stretches out his hands and I took it.

Considering the odds, this friendship wouldn't be smooth, there's a lot to Isaac I have no idea about but there's time to learn them.

"Friends." And to you all wondering if girls ever get friend zoned.. well this is me in friend zone lane.