I sighed, and closed my eyes, leaning my head against the wall. Maybe he does still want to be friends or whatever we were. But he can’t want it that bad, if a little thing like that will stop him.
I felt someone next to me and looked around.
“Hey.” It was Sam, but why was she speaking to me? “You okay?” She reached up and brushed her hair out of her face. I noticed her arm covered in 3 different color wristbands, some hair bands, regular rubber bands, and a FOB sweatband. They brought back memories.
“I will be.” I replied. Sam was an old friend, before Jess. There was no fight, no big finish, we just… faded. You know, one of those friends you don’t see your losing until one day you see her across the room and realize she’s not in your life. So why was she talking to me now? It’s been over a year.
The bell rang. Sam stood up and held out her hand “C’mon lets get to class. AP English next, right?”
I don’t know why she was talking to me, but I wasn’t about to ask. Instead I smiled and took her hand.