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It had been two weeks since Sam’s informative conversation with Nic, and the blonde had kept true to her word, she had not heard from her since and only saw her from afar. The only problem was now she desperately needed to talk to her. Ever since their ‘talk’ all she’s been able to think about was Nicole and the look of raw honesty in her eyes.

The reason Sam needed to talk to Nic was simple, she loved her too. She had always known on some level she loved Nic. She knew that her whole relationship with Nic over the year had been purely antagonistic. Give and take, love and hate, push pull. She just never really acknowledged it. Sam knew she wouldn’t be able to hide her feelings anymore. Not after Nic’s confession. She was in love, with none other then Nicole Julian.

‘I’m in love with you Sam’

That line had been playing over and over in Nic’s head for two weeks nonstop. She couldn’t believe she told her. God, she didn’t even know why she told her. Or at least that’s what she told herself, but she knew why. Her eyes. Sam’s eyes spoke volumes if you looked deep enough, and when she looked in her eyes she saw a true need to know. So she told her.

What Nic didn’t know was why? Why would Sam McPherson, the girl who held her heart care what she said or did? Nic entertained the thought that maybe Sam loved her too and just needed her to say it first, but she knew it wasn’t true. Granted she was aware that the journalist had been staring at her lately at lunch, but she just chalked it up as disgust.

The hopelessness of the situation made Nic want to cry. She knew she would never hold Sam’s heart yet she would always have hers. ‘If only she saw the real me’ Nic thought.

*ring*

‘Hello’

‘Hey Nic, want to go hang out?’

‘Sure B, but were?’

‘Lets go to the mall’

‘All right hun, I’ll be right over to pick you up. Bye’

She hung up and looked at herself in the mirror. ‘Maybe getting out some will help take my mind of my raven haired goddess’ Nic thought. She got her keys and left to pick Brooke up.