Girl in the White Dress: Sam's Story Read Online Free Page A

only been there a week.” Wow, I was feeling much better about him being out of my life. What took me so long to realize he was a moron?
                  “I’m freaking out. I don’t know anyone and it’s not as fun here without you.” Oh boy.
                  “I’m done, Jay. So done. You wanted freedom and you got it. I’m all set.”
                  “Wow, Sam. I can’t believe you feel that way.”
                  “A week ago maybe I wouldn’t have, but I’ve met someone.” Who cared that he had not called me after our date? Jay did not need to know that.
                  “Oh.” Damn instant messenger. I could not see his facial reaction.
                  “Yeah, so, I have to go.” Yup, no awkwardness there.
                  “Ok… bye, Sam.”
                  “Bye, Jay. You should try to stick it out. You’ll love it out there once you give it a chance.”
                  “Maybe.” Then he signed off.
                  Ok… that was weird. “Trinity, what is wrong with men?” I asked.
                  “Uh, oh. What happened?” I told her about the conversation with Jay.
                  “You seem to attract the oddballs, Sam,” she joked.
                  “Yeah, yeah. I’m going to bed.” Apparently, my phone had other plans. I could not have been in bed more than five minutes when it rang. Trinity was still up so she grabbed it for me.
                  “Oh, hi,” I heard her say.
                  “She’s here. Sure.” She covered the phone. “Sam, it’s Matt.”
                  “Oh,” I said. What did he want at this time? “Ok.” I took the phone. “Hi.”
                  “Hi,” he said. “Did I wake you?” At least he realized it was late.
                  “I was just laying down. It’s ok.”
                  “Good. Do you want to go for a walk with me?” he asked.
                  Ok, maybe he did not realize it was almost midnight. Eh, why not? I did not have class until nine and I could sleep when I am dead, right?
                  “Sure.”
                  “Ok, I will meet you in front of your dorm.”
                  “K,” I looked down at my polka dot pajama pants. Oh, hell, who cares? I threw on flip-flops and my new WSC sweatshirt and headed downstairs. I saw him standing there in his shorts and a sweatshirt. Hot. Damn him.
                  “Hey,” he said.
                  “Hi.” Why was this awkward?
                  “Follow me,” he said. “I want to show you my favorite place on campus.”
                  “Ok.” He took my hand and we walked down the big hill and through the commuter lot. Maybe I should have brought my phone with me.
                  Finally, we stopped behind the baseball field. It was this big open field.
                  “This is nice,” I said. I was still unsure of where this was going.
                  “It’s where I come to think,” he paused. “I wanted to talk to you.”
                  “Ok, about what?”
                  “Last night.” Oh goody.
                  “Ok.”
                  “You may have noticed I got kind of weird at some point.” No, really?
                  “Yeah, a little.” That was an understatement.
                  “I want to explain.”
                  “Ok.”
                  “I broke up with my girlfriend of two years this summer. We met at orientation and it was great. Nevertheless, this summer she met someone else and she broke up with me. Apparently, she had been seeing him before we broke it off. I have been