Sam was still reeling in confusion when her mother marched up to her.
"Samantha Lydia Brooke! What were you thinking? How could you just run out of the house like that? Are you trying to send me to an early grave?!"
Samantha groaned. Already disliking the loudness her mother brought to disturb her serenity. She was definitely not in the mood for this.
Her mother pulled her by the arm and dragged her towards the car
"Get in, young lady."
Rolling her eyes, she climbed into the back seat, resting her forehead on the cool glass to take her mind off the weird encounter with Ron... or whatever that was.
Nighttime rolled around, and Samantha had never been more awake.
Surely, the events that occurred today weren't real, right?
She was probably just imagining things. Her parents did say she always had an overactive imagination.
Yes, that was probably it. She was overthinking all this for nothing.
With that in mind, Samantha finally drifted into a restless sleep. Convinced that her mind was simply playing tricks on her.
*******
She believed it was all fake.
It was just her imagination.
It couldn't be real...
Until she opened the door of her calculus classroom and was met face to face with the same face as the one who plagued her mind throughout the night.
She couldn't believe it. He was right there.
Sitting, talking, laughing.
Like he hadn't freaked her out the day before and made her question her sanity until just moments ago.
Sensing the door opening, Ron shifted his gaze towards the door and settled his eyes on her.
Samantha froze! Like a deer in headlights.
'Wait, why am I nervous?' She sighed.
If anything, shouldn't he be the one to act a little awkward.
Shrugging her backpack off her shoulder, she took her seat at the end of the classroom, next to the windows, feeling the cool air caress her face.
She couldn't help the fact that her mind kept drifting back to Ron. She found herself unable to stop herself from searching for his frame in the classroom.
How could he be so nonchalant about everything that happened yesterday?
Suddenly, Samantha felt angry.
Was this his way of toying with her?
What pleasure did he derive from it?
How dare he alter her peaceful life with his weirdness and nonsensical blabbering?
She would definitely have a word with him after the class.
*****
The bell signifying the end of the class finally rang out, creating an atmosphere of relief among the students.
Samantha wasted no time in chasing down Ron and tackling him near his locker, where he was placing his textbooks.
"Okay, smartmouth, spill it? What's the deal with all the nonsense you said yesterday? What's up with you disappearing into thin air?"
Ron, a little startled, gave an astonished look of confusion.
The words she was saying not making any sense to him.
He shifted back on his heel, creating some space between himself and the overly aggressive girl in front of him before opening his mouth.
Samantha was ready for some answers, but what she wasn't ready for were the next words that poured out of the dark-haired boy's mouth
"I'm sorry, who are you?"