The Lies Are Easy Now

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because I like you." He replied in a 'durh' sort of voice. I scowled up at him from where I was sitting with an ice pack on my forehead.

"I don't even know your name!"

"It's Sam."

"Well then, Sam. Why do you like me?"

Sam shrugged and reached out to adjust the ice pack. I eyed his hand warily, trying not to lash out. I think he noticed my look and backed away quickly. He sat in the chair opposite and lent his elbows on his knees.

"You don't know my name."

"What is your name?" he asked instantly.

"Tala."

"Tala? I like it. It suits you."

I look at him, bewilderment covering my face. The clock caught my eye and I leapt up, the ice pack sliding to the floor with a wet thud. The nurse bustled over and stooped to pick it up.

"I have to go now."

"Alright, dear. There isn't anything wrong with you."

I dart out of the small room, suddenly unable to be in close contact with Sam. I check the time again.

"Oh no."

"What's wrong?"

"I need to get home quickly but I can't leave my stuff here and I need to pick up some books from the library..."

"I can get your stuff."

I pause in my worrying to fix him with a suspious stare. He grins back, idly running a hand through his messy hair.

I hate to leave my things with someone else. It drives Jay mad, most of the time. Sam notices my trepediation.

"Look, just give me your address and I'll drop it off on my way home. You can head off now and pick up your books tomorrow."

I'm caught between trusting this boy and why I need to get home so soon so I waver for a moment. Sam smiles again and this cements my decision. I nod back at him and hurriedly scribble my address on the back of his hand.

"Thanks, Sam."

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