Chapter 5

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It was the third week in May. Sam only had one more week of school. He and Em still talked daily. It was Saturday around midnight. Em was eating ice cream and watch TV. She got a text. It read.

Are you still awake? – Sam

Yeah. – Em

I can't sleep. – Sam

Something on your mind? – Em

Yeah. A girl. – Sam

Well you should tell her how you feel. – Em

I don't think I can. – Sam

Why not? – Em

She'll probably reject me if I do. – Sam

You should still try. – Em

The next evening Em was hanging out at her house. She got a text. It read.

Do you have Band-Aids? I cut my hand. – Sam

Yes. – Em

As she was coming down the stairs from getting the Band-Aids there was a knock at the door. When she opened the door Sam was standing there holding a towel over his right palm.

"Can I see it?" She asked. He moved the towel. It wasn't deep but there was a lot of blood. "I have to clean that." "Come in." He went inside. They went into the kitchen. He sat at the table and she got the first aid kit. She sat down and started cleaning the wound.

"Ow!" He said.

"Sorry." "What happened?"

"I wiped out on skateboard and cut my hand on a bottle." It took about five minutes to clean and bandage it.

"All done."

They stood up. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." He kissed her. She didn't kiss him back.

"Bye." He left.

"What the hell?" She thought. "I'm not supposed to like that, but I did, a lot."

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