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The bell sounded, ending our weird, yet electrifying encounter. “I’ll catch you around, little Lucy Tucker.”
*dies*
He stood, obviously waiting for me to reply, but I didn’t know what to say. I was still obsessing over the fact he knew who I was. He rewarded me with a dimpled smirk before turning around.
My mouth acted before my brain could join the party and I exclaimed, “What topic did you choose to write your paper on?” I wasn’t going to copy him, I just…I needed to talk to him one more time. I needed to know this was real.
Turning over the shoulder, he grinned, and I swear, I’ve never seen a more striking sight. “Ask her if she still keeps all her kings in the back row.”
I know the quote well, but somehow, it felt like the line took on a double meaning. I didn’t bother replying, as I’m pretty sure my response would have been, ‘I love you.’
He waved goodbye…that mysterious, dimpled grin the last thing I saw as he walked out the door. It took me about two minutes before I could breathe normally again.
August 5th 2004
Dear diary,
I’ve finished my paper, but I don’t want to give Sam’s book back just yet. The longer I hold onto it, the longer I have to gather the guts to talk to him. At lunch, I saw him enter the library, and like a complete stalker, I followed.
I watched the way he silently sat, contentedly reading whatever text book his head was buried in.
Piper’s words came back to haunt me. “Just talk to him. You’ve been obsessing over Samuel Stone for months. This is your in.” She was right.
With that thought in mind, I pulled back my shoulders and sauntered through the library like I was Cindy Crawford. However, when he lifted those eyes and met mine with confusion, I stopped, my confidence nose-diving.
He stared at me, and like a love struck fool, I stared back. I should have averted my gaze, but I couldn’t. I don’t know how long I stood in the middle of the room because time stood still. I was staring into the eyes of my future.
When my future smiled and waved, I internally high-fived myself and waved back. I had come this far—what was a few more steps?
When I sat down next to him, I was cocooned in his fragrance. It took all my willpower not to take a big whiff.
“How’s the paper coming along?” he asked.
I instantly felt bad for lying, but I couldn’t give up this feeling, not yet. “It’s going slow.”
Sam smiled and the earth stopped spinning. “I can give you a hand if you like?”
“Yes, I like,” I replied a little too quickly. In no way was I referring to the paper.
Realizing that him helping me with a paper that was already written was not going to work, I quickly amended, “Actually, you’re in my math class too, aren’t you?”
He held up his math text book in response.
“Maybe you could help me with that instead? I think I’ve got English covered, but algebra is another story.”
His laugh was deep, genuine. It sent chills all through my body. “Sure, I can do that.”
He hunted through his backpack, producing a notebook and a pen. “What don’t you understand?”
“All of it,” I replied with a smirk.
That weird static began bouncing between us, and when he leaned forward, I stopped breathing. “Well, you’re lucky I’ve got a free period. What’s your favorite number?”
“Seven.”
“All right. Let’s start with something familiar then.”
All I could do was nod when he smirked. I don’t know why, but being there with him was an occurrence I wanted to become familiar with—daily.
