Chapter 6
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Chapter 6
I stirred slowly. Daylight was flooding into the room. My head felt dizzy and weird. He muttered something before waking up.
"Morning," he said.
"Yeah," I whispered. "It's morning,"
I turned around to face him. He was leaning on his shoulder, his hand casually on my waist.
"Did you like that?" I asked.
"Not bad," he replied, his mouth twisting into a smirk. Then his eyes caught something. It was the tattoo on my chest, just under my collarbone, above my heart. It was a tiny Celtic heart with the name 'Sam' inscribed inside it with classic writing.
"Sam?" he asked. I nodded, and just as he opened his mouth to press on for more questions, I got out of the bed with the bedsheet wrapped around me and grabbed my clothes that were strewn across the floor with his.
In his tiny bathroom, I found a used comb, and brushed my dark hair, which was greasy due to the heat from last night, into a ponytail, and washed my face. My clothes were wrinkled, but I put them on anyway. I knew that I looked like a mess, but I didn't care. I didn't care about Nathan seeing me like that either.
When I returned to the living room, he was dressed in a fresh shirt and was drinking water. He offered me the bottle and I gratefully took a sip. My headache was on full blast due to the vodka.
"There is only one way to treat a handover," Connor would say.
"And what is that?" I would ask, grimacing from the pain of my own voice.
"Never drink the night before,"
"Let's go now," I said suddenly, and we made our way through the forest where the motorbike was parked. He entered the school though the teacher's entrance and the guard didn't blink an eye.
"My parents pay for that," he said, when I asked him after he parked the bike.
I took off my helmet and handed it to him. Our fingers met. I could have let him into my head, but I didn't. I couldn't, not after what happened. I turned to go, but he hesitated. He made some awkward moves, like scratching his head, like someone would at the end of a date.
A date. He thought that there was more to us.
"What happened," I said, narrowing my eyes. "Was a one-off. There's nothing between us, OK?"
His posture stiffened.
"Yeah, I know," he muttered, but I knew that he was expecting more. He wanted more, but there was no way I was ever going to let a boy into my head again.
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As soon as school was over, I noticed a few people make their way towards me, but I avoided them. The headache was still alive, and I felt tired due to a lack of sleep. Instead, I went to my dorm plugged my earphones into my mp3 player and turned the volume up to full blast. During the transition of a song, I heard a faint knocking noise and opened the door to find the girl with orange hair.
"Umm...there's a ... er...call for you in ...um...reception," she said, anxiously.
"Thanks," I said, coming out into the corridor and closing the door behind. She led me to the office phone Booth, which looked like it was barely ever used by the students, as everyone had mobile phones.
"Hello?" I said into the phone.
"Sweetie? It's mom!" said the voice.
"Yeah?" I askes.
"Darling, we have a meeting to attend to," she started, "So I'll make this quick, all right?"
I stayed silent.
"Ok, so, well, Dad and I have this party to go to. It's big as hell! There will be celebrities and most importantly, directors from the biggest magazines in the fashion industry. Basically it's got all the right contacts to male our business bigger -" she said.
"Just tell me what you want," I had an idea where the conversation was going and I doubted that I would do what she wanted me to do unless there was something in it for me.
"We have to go, but the trouble is that it's a family, red carpet sort pf thing, and dear, it will look so bad if you and you brothers and sister don't come!" she nattered.
"I'm not going!" I said.
"Sweetie, you don't realize-" she started.
"I don't give a f*cking s*it. about your stupid party. Just because we spoke that other day doesn't mean we're best friends again. If it weren't for you, he'd be alive mom " I shouted, aware of all eyes on me.
"Santana! I have given you a place in the biggest schools in the state! Don't you forget that!" she said, threatening to take my place away from the school, but I knew she could never do that without a proper reason with my father, and that would mean telling him why I hated her.
"Mum...do you-are you really....ugh I'm disgusted," I said. Just as I was about to slam the phone down, she said something.
"I have something!" she interrupted quickly. "It's something Sam wrote in the hospital before he...before he went. It was for you, and he told me to pass it on," she cried.
"Why did you never give it to me?" I asked..
"I...sweetie...we have to go. Say you'll come to the meeting...I'll give you the letter then," she bribed and I knew that it was the only way I was going to get that later.
"Fine ," I said and put the phone down. Everyone in the reception was looking so I gave them all a dirty look.
I knew exactly why I never got the letter. It was because she was jealous. After she had attempted to save Sam's life, he began hating her for doing what she did. According to my brothers, during the last few hours of his life, he never spoke to her.
Connor knew all this. He knew every part of my mind, how it worked, how much I hated my mother and how much I loved him. After everything, he was the only part that was worth living for.That night at the party, we had shared random facts, but I never told him about Sam. Until I met him again in the park.
Flashback
"Hey!" someone called. "You!"
I turned to see a familiar looking guy walk up to me.
"Sandy!" he said.
"Oh, Connor," I replied. A rush of excitement travelled up my spine. During the past few weeks I had been hoping to catch him again. "Hi!"
I was sitting on a bench and he sat down next to me. Close to me. Too close.
"So, anything new?" he asked, smiling. My heart pounded. I wanted him to be mine. I shrugged.
"Nothing much, really" I replied. "You?"
He made a face.
"I kinda' broke up with my girlfriend," he said. Emotions flared in my chest. Girlfriend?
"Y...you have a girlfriend?" I asked.
"Not anymore, though," he said quickly.
"Why didn't you tell me at the party?" I asked.
He sighed. "I liked you and...I knew that I was going to break up with her soon. I think she was cheating " he said.
"What a b***h!" I said.
"Yeah, but there are a lot of other better girls in the world," he said, looking into my eyes.
He leaned closer. Closer. I felt his breath. His warm fingers touched my chin and stroked my cheek. Then our lips met. Soft. Soft. In heaven. Beautiful.
Then he pulled away for breath. He smiled.
"We should do that again," he said.
"Yeah," I gasped. Then we talked through a lot of other random things. An ice cream van pulled up.
"Shall we get one?" he asked.
"Why not?" I replied. I picked a Smarties, and he picked a dark magnum infinity.
"Ugh! How could you even eat that stuff?" I asked.
"What?" he frowned.
"Dark chocolate. It's hideous!" I shuddered. "My brothers love it, though."
"Hey, you have brothers? You never talk about your family. I thought you were an only child!" he said.
"I...um...have two older brothers, and a younger brother and a sister, they're twins," I said.
"That's a massive family! I'm an only child. That's so unfair!" he complained.
"Sometimes it's nicer to be an only child," I whispered.
"It'd be cool if I had a twin!" he said.
"I had a twin brother," I said quietly. "Once."
"He...?" he whispered. "Oh god, I'm sorry! How old were you?"
"It was four years ago, I was 12," I said. "Car crash."
His eyes didn't look sympathetic and sorry when he looked at me, though. He looked determined, like he wanted to help me get through it all. That's why I carried on telling him what really happened that night. And how I survived.
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I bumped into someone. It was orange-haired girl. As soon as she saw me, she looked terrified.
"Ummm...sorry, next time I'll watch my step," she mumbled. I realized she was scared of me, because of my outburst from the first day.
"Umm," I called. What was her name. Something cheery, with a B. "Brittany!"
She turned around.
"You m...mean me?" she asked.
I nodded.
"Bridgit, actually," she corrected.
"Sorry about the other day...you know bad days," I rolled my eyes.
"That's totally alright!" she said,.her eyes widening, willing to forgive me.
"Sooo, um...you're a scholar or...?" I asked her. I was pretty bad at this kind of stuff. Making friends, the awkward small talk.
"No, my parents...they own Littenburge," she said. Littenburge was a small but successful company. My dad had helped their company out for a long time. We were already supposed to be friends.
I nodded. "Cool"
Quiet. Awkward.
"I'm not any good at this..."
"Look...this is kinda' new for me..."
We both spoke at the same time and trailed off.
"Bridget! Office wants you!" called a girl.
"Oh...um...gotta' go, see you around?" she asked.
"Yeah, see you around!" I called back.
Wow, making friends seemed so foreign to me. But having friends doesn't see so bad...
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