A few days later....Megan wasn't sure if she were ready to put up with Sammi, who was dragging this morning.
"You gotta eat. You have a test this morning." Megan felt like a big sister as she went to knock on Sammi's door once more. She got a groan out of her. "OK, fail, for all I care." She'd brought her a granola bar. It was the last one.
Finally, Sammi opened the door. She looked sick. Her hair was practically a freaky mess.
"Well, don't you look like Miss Sunshine?" Megan flicked the packaged bar about. "Get dressed. You've got no time for shower."
Sammi fretted like a little pre-schooler. She went to put a cardigan over her tank top and pulled on her sneakers.
"Are you even wearing underwear?" Megan winced. Who would go to class like that?
"What if I'm not?" She was a bit sassy.
"OK." Megan just sighed. Sammi sat there looking at her feet.
"Well..." Sammi heaved terribly.
"What is it?" Megan was waiting.
"I was just.." She shrugged. "I know its none of my business."
"What are you talking about?" Megan leaned against the doorway.
"OK, I know...Smed..puts up with your past, and all, but, you know..he evidently has a past too." Sammi hugged herself.
"NO HE DOESN'T." Megan squinted hard. There was nobody before her. Nobody.
"Well, he's not like you, but there was someone. There was." Sammi was being ominious.
"Oh really?" Megan rolled her eyes. "Who?"
"He won't say, but he said you were not the one." Sammi said it like she'd found the information in a bible.
Megan just looked at her, not knowing what to say. She was shocked as if someone told her she had a very bad disease she was faced with.
"Are you going to take that test or not?" Megan reminded her, ever so sternly.