Get Over It Read Free

throws his arms in the air and shakes his head in frustration. “Whatever.”
    â€œI don’t like that we have a hard time working together now.”
    â€œAre we talking now?” Sam asks, an edge of sarcasm to his tone.
    â€œYes. You are permitted to speak.”
    Sam rolls his eyes. “I don’t like that we don’t vibe the way we used to either. I miss that.”
    â€œI miss that too.”
    â€œSo what are we gonna do about it?” Sam clears his throat and looks at me as if I have the answers. I have no answers!
    â€œI’m gonna be honest. Every time I look at you I think about you deflowering Rielle.”
    â€œPlease, for the love of everything, get off of that! It was one night. It was horrible and it was a mistake. If there’s any one action I could take back, it would be that.”
    I narrow my eyes at Sam and try to pierce his soul with my gaze. He definitely sounds sincere, but what does sincerity have to do with anything? It doesn’t change the fact that Rielle did lose her virginity to Sam on prom night. No matter how much Sam would rather wish it away.
    â€œI’m glad you would take it back if you could. Remorse is a good start.”
    Sam sighs. There’s more sadness in the sound than frustration. I don’t know why he just expects me to get over this. I’m not being this way just to get on Sam’s nerves. If I could just get over it, it would make it a lot easier for me too!
    â€œSo what are we going to do, huh? I can’t write without you, and I don’t really like you. What are we going to do about that?” I ask.
    â€œI don’t know. I guess you’ll have to decide to start liking me again.”
    â€œYou don’t think you should help facilitate that?”
    Sam shrugs. “I don’t know what else to do. I’ve apologized, gone without a girlfriend, and been a straight-up monk. You know the truth now, because you talked to Rielle. So . . . I don’t know what else I can do. Maybe if you moved all those boys out of your house, you’d miss your real friends.”
    I roll my eyes at Sam and laugh. He would probably do anything to get DeShawn out of my house, but he’s not going anywhere. DeShawn is even planning on staying with me over the summer instead of going home. Everyone else except Piper is going to be with their families in two months. I’m not exactly sure how that’s going to work, but I’m not opposed to it.
    â€œThey are my real friends, Sam. If you’d hang around town long enough to get to know them you might like them too.”
    â€œYeah . . . no.”
    This conversation is not going the way I envisioned that it would go. Sam runs one hand over his low fade and grins at me. Even though almost everything about Sam has changed, his face has not. He’s not exactly what you’d call cute. He has thick eyebrows, a big nose, and full lips that he keeps sufficiently unchapped. But the sum of all his parts is a pleasant face that I’ve come to appreciate.
    â€œI’ve got some decent music ideas. None of them are completely fleshed out yet, but that’s because my mojo isn’t right. The feel I want for my next record isn’t exactly pop or R and B. It’s more like country pop. Do you think we could do that?”
    â€œI can do whatever you want. You just need to talk to your mojo. Have a real heart-to-heart with dude, and let him know how much you still need him.”
    â€œWhat makes you think my mojo is a dude?”
    â€œYour mojo is a chick?”
    I burst out laughing. “Sam! My mojo isn’t a person. It is an it! And it is not acting right these days.”
    â€œHow can I help?”
    â€œI don’t know. Maybe you could talk to it,” I say with a giggle.
    Sam clears his throat and looks at my forehead. “Dear Mr. or Ms. Mojo . . .”
    â€œWait, why are you looking at my head?”
    â€œIsn’t