It was rude to accuse someone on their face while they did nothing wrong. But he couldn't expect anything less from Alice. Why did fate have to let him meet this person of all people? He wanted to be done with the exchange and move on already.

"Anything, any object you have but don't need as of now," Sam said bitterly.

Alice sighed in relief, "Thank God, I thought you would ask for a kiss or something."

Sam rolled his eyes so deep he momentarily thought they got lost at the back of his head. The audacity of the bitch.

Sam couldn't help but snort bitterly.

Not everything is about you, not everyone is interested in you, he wanted to tell her. But why waste words when he could just keep quiet and walk away sooner.

"Sofie," Alice called the girl on her right who was holding her Gucci purse for her. Sofie dutifully took out a pack of chips on the bag. Alice took it from her and threw it at Sam.

"There you go. A premium snack, low-carb, fat-free, oil-free, much more expensive than your cheap ass lip balm. Ha, not owing you anything, twink!" She said with a snap.

Of course, there she was, Alice-the bitch.

"Girls, follow me." Alice swirled on her heels. "We better not be seen with this homo," she said and took her horde along.

Rude but whatever.

Though he had never said anything about his sexuality, some dickheads loved to make their own conclusion.

Nevermind.

Sam shook his head. At least the storm was gone. As payment, he would have eaten the chips but who the hell eats oil-free, fat-free food? Wasn't that the whole point of comfort food, to be oily, greasy and tasty?

Girls these days and their dietings.

Sam shook the bag of chips which made crunchy noises from the inside.

He would have to exchange it and so looked around in search of someone suitable for an exchange of the chips pack.

He trodded to the P.E area and rounded up the gymnastics room. A few booths were set up in this area.

He was sure he wouldn't have to wait for too long because chips were the universally likeable item. All he had to do was shake the bag of chips as he walked and someone would definitely approach him like a moth to the flame.

"Hey! Samuel, right?"

And here that someone was. Sam turned around to meet a familiar-looking guy.

"Yes?"

Sam knew this guy. Caleb Turner. He was a member of the gymnastics club who always hung out with the swim team, along with Noah and his friends. They had set up their booth. A banner of Re-creation Club was hung up behind him. The gymnastics room was used for it.

He was from another class and Sam had hardly spoken with him, but from what he had observed, Caleb seemed like a good guy.

Well, this was progress. While Ian to Alice was a disappointment, Alice to Caleb was a fair promotion.

So… was Caleb the one? Sam would soon find out.

"Are you going to eat those?" Caleb asked, a desperation in his voice. He fidgeted as he anticipated the answer and Sam exactly knew what to say.