Fraud

Chapter 6.

Tracy takes a deep breath and finally breaks her silence. "Morgan, can you please take Sam home?" She requested, and I freak out.

"what?! No, No, No, No. I'll just give my mom a call."

Is Tracy crazy to even suggest that? I scowl at her as I pick up my phone from on top of the table. I dial my mom's number and she picks up the third ring. I kinda have this fear of speaking with her, because something in me says she's going to decline.

"Mom, can you please come to pick me up?" I speak quickly and casually, so I can get it over with.

"Sam I can't, I have an appointment with a patient in about two minutes. And how many times have I warned you not to call me when I'm at work? ask Tracy or Lucian for a ride." She Hangs up.

She was practically yelling which I don't consider so because I was expecting more than that. I drop the phone slowly from my ears, admitting my unsuccessful suggestion. She is always at work, does that mean I don't get to call her? She should be grateful, I won't even bother if I have my car.

"Um, I think..."

"The offer still stands," Morgan interrupts. And I can't help but glare at him.

"So Sam, Morgan is taking you home then," Tracy says like it's a good thing

"Yay. Unfortunate me," I mumble.

Tracy stands up and picks up her bag from the seat next to her. She wears it over one shoulder, and taps on her phone. "Guess it's time for my extra class," she adds as she squeezes pass Morgan.

And when Tracy is about to take a step out, Morgan holds her hands. Tracy is surprised as well as happy. Who knows how high her hormones respond to his touch.

I sit my elbow and prop out my cheeks with my knuckles. Enjoying this is way better than hating it.

"Oh," Morgan exclaims and takes his touch off Tracy, thinking it might be disrespectful. It's not to Tracy, that's if she isn't high on hormones.

"So will you be free tonight?" He asks her.

I was expecting him to ask that, but certainly not expecting Tracy's reluctance.Tracy brings down her head. I can see her fluffy cheeks twitching. Despite having a thin body and a V-shaped face, Tracy's cheeks are slightly chubby. Tracy looks at me, and I wiggle my eyebrows, giving her my approval.

"Um-"

"Just say something," I interrupt her reluctance, and she smiles.

"This evening, I think. Don't really have much to do after my extra class," she tells Morgan, putting her blush aside.

"There's a place I want to take you to," Morgan tells her, and I raise my brows, sitting upright.

I sip from my orange juice. This is quite Interesting. Tracy clicks her tongue. "Okay then, I'll be waiting," Tracy says trying to contain her enthusiasm. which she is successful at. Morgan nods and grins at her. And Tracy leaves with her blushing face.

I don't want to be alone with him, so I just wait for a minute before telling him to take me home. Presumptuously. He should be happy I talk to him, sit with him and ride on his trash of a car. So many people want that with me, but then he has it, all because of Tracy. I take my leave before him, and I pray I don't have to wait for sunburns before he comes. And my prayer is answered. He gets into his 1990's which I'm a few feet away from. He starts the engine and horns for me to get in. I fold my hands and peep around to see if anyone's focus is on me. When the sight is clear, I quickly get in. His face is a bit tightened. This is the first time I'm seeing him with a sour expression. I hope he doesn't think I'm annoying, because he is, and I am dealing with it. He drives with one hand more often than two. I don't like him, but I can't seem to get my gaze off him. And the fact that his eyes are pinned to the road, encourages me to stare at him even more. His eyes dart to mine, and he catches me staring just before I could turn my gaze away. I look at him from the corner of my eyes and see him smiling, that same cocky smile.

"f**k," I mumbled beneath my breath.

"You know you should smile often, you look more pretty that way." He is looking at the road, and he just speaks informally, which makes me wonder if he is referring to me. I stare at him with low brows, he then gives me the look that makes me realize he is referring to me. I scoff and turn to the window. "That's even worse." He adds, and I veer toward him, scowling.

"Oh I mean, that face is worst than your proud face." His eyes dart back and forth to the road and me, Threatens by eyes.

I roll my eyes and shake my head. "Stop flattering, you haven't seen me smile." I turn back to the window and look outside it. I can never smile at him. He annoys me so much that even at the sight of him the little smile on my face vanishes.

"Well, you did today." He says like he reads my mind.

"Uh?" I push my head to his gaze, shockingly.

"You seem to be happier than Tracy when I asked her out."

I pause and look at him, his gaze back on the road. I can't explain why that is. "That's because she's my best friend, and her happiness matters to me a lot. Since she likes you, there's nothing I can do but hope it's reciprocal." I hope that's the reason why.

"Did She say that? that she likes me?" He darts at me.

"She doesn't have to, it is so obvious she does. And don't pretend you don't like her back, she's every man's dream." I sound Defensive for my best friend.

"Then where does that leave you?" He's not looking at me, not even a slight gaze. He says it like it doesn't matter how it affects me. But it does affect me in ways I can't explain.

I pucker my forehead and tight-lipped smile.

"It doesn't matter where that leaves me, men isn't my interest," I reply after seconds of silence. Just so I said something.

I push my eyes away and look out the window. I collapse on the chair. I become weaker and think of my dad, I think about when everything was normal with me. I wish he never had to leave, I wish he is here, I miss him so much. As my tears roll down my cheeks, the spurt of it brings me back to reality. I slowly wipe it off without Morgan noticing. We get to my house and he stops. I come out of his 1990's and he does as well. I strut to the door, I reluctantly open it, and Morgan stares at me as he rests on the front of his car.

"Do you want me to stay until your mom gets back?" Morgan asks. I don't know why he feels the need to ask me that, but I'm glad someone did ask me.

I swivel to him, "No, not at all," I tell him and enter the house. I slowly close the door without a back turn.

I look at my house with a gloomy face. It's so quiet and boring. I think about my dad again. For two years I've been trying my best not to think about him, I even went for therapy because my mom and everybody in Roosevelt high presumed I was depressed, even now some students still think so. The past two years of my life thinking about him were painful and agony. Indeed my feelings at this point are nothing but downcast. A mood of melancholy descends on me, and I run back outside. For the first time, I'm happy to see his face. Morgan is still outside leaning on his 1990s. I take a deep breath and he looks at me with pitiful eyes. I'm so glad he's still here, and he can tell from my sad face that I'm not okay. He moves from his car and proceeds toward me. He stands on the porch three feet from me. He slides his hands into his pockets. And God! I'm trying not to cry. I don't want to cry in front of him. But if I must, I want to cry on someone, cause I know I can't deal with it alone. I might as well explode.

"I won't ask you if you are okay. But it's okay to cry."

Seriously at this Moment, I don't care if I hate him or if he annoys me. I just want to let it out, to save myself before it blows out of me. I close my eyes, and my face streaks up with tears. He reaches out and hugs me. I can't resist as I clutch his shoulders and rest my head on his chest. I want him back...why? why did he have to leave me? I don't know how to live without him...I don't think I can. I sob on him and he rubs his hands gently on my back.