Sam sat on his bed, listening to the louds sounds of Rage Against The Machine. His music always reflected how he felt at the moment. At the moment, he was kinda of pissed. Emma hadn't talked to him since their date a few days ago. He flipped over on his bed and yelled, upset at the world. He didn't cry cuz he'd barely known Emma. He flipped back over. His hair was falling over his eyes. He brushed the hair away. He rubbed his face. It was drizzling outside and he was bored as hell.
He dragged himself out of bed and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge in the room. He drank it... no he CHUGGED it. When he was done drinking, it was halfway gone.
Sam jumped when he heard yells from outside his room and loud bangs.
"
What the fu..." he whispered. He went to the door and opened it. There was a girl sitting by the vending machine, looking pissed. No, she looked more like a five year old who just had a tantrum. He walked over to her. "
Ya know, people are gonna think you're crazy if you yell and scream like that," he laughed. He looked at her some more. She was so familiar. Where'd he see her...? "
Hey, do I know you? You look so familiar." He looked at hair, which was unmistakeably a neon cyan blue color. "
Oh, my God, you're Rachel Alcott."
{{Haha, look who've I've unearthed!! It's Sam! XD}}