"Well when you put it like that..." Sam frowned at the other, head tilting to the side. "So... he's not nice? Or is this like, a jealously thing? Do you want me to talk to him? Do you want me to talk to her?" He asked, glancing at where the two in question were sitting; the girl's red headband blazed vividly like a beacon. From the look of things, they seemed pretty cozy to him. In fact, as he watched, the taller boy stood up and started to take off his fur lined denim jacket to put it over the girl's shoulders.

“Oh.” Sam frowned, turning away as his hand raised to scratch the back of his head. He pursed his lips and sat down on the bench, hard. He didn’t flinch though, too preoccupied with this new revelation.He hadn’t want to see it. “I- I don’t…” He sighed heavily, dropping his hand and folding it with the other in front of him. Soon enough, he’s twisting his fingers together as he still tried to come up with a response.”I like someone else,” he finally admitted, words spoken hollowly. Almost immediately though, Sam met Nick’s gaze and started to blush. “I- I gotta go.” He stood up and ran so fast, he might as well have teleported to the other side of the room with the exit sign glaring over the locker room’s door, but he stopped just as abruptly as he started. The blond looked over his shoulder, eyes not meeting the other’s. “Tell her I’m sorry. I- I like someone else, she’s great, but he’s… he’s something else.”

“Okay, dude. I know you’re probably used to like, speaking through owls with letters and stuff, but it’s not that hard. See. I need help, cat ran out with the book. Too fast, demon? Witch? Warlock? Call me, see that emoji even looks like you and that one looks like me. What’s so hard about that?”