Hopeless- Chapter Two

"So where are we picking up your sister?" Apparently, Sam knew he need not face the wrath of Leah for now, because he had shared his cookies with her, so he was asking questions freely, not worrying about something being too personal or too irritating. Wow, that cookie thing sounded so pre-school. But, then again, that's how Leah is. She likes sweet things, and sharing your cookies even though there is the possibility that that person will be labeled an idiot is sweet, I must agree.

"The Elementary school-" cue the da da dum "-know where that is?"

"Um… should I?" He asked self consciously.

"Nah, though you're lucky you don't… are you sure you want to know?" I asked, enviously.

Leah sighed and said, "You really are hopeless, you know that?" Her joking tone had an underlying meaning. I hadn't missed it, didn't understand it. I don't think Sam missed or understood it, either.

This confused us both. Leah says cryptic things all the time, and when I ignore them, it only comes to be a huge surprise (good or bad) and I ALWAYS end up wishing I had listened to her. Honestly, though, how the heck am I supposed to know what she means?

"Mind explaining why I am so hopeless?" Sam asked, pretending to be offended.

"Nope." Strange, she usually explains, at least a little bit... "You'll figure it out soon enough."

"Ooh, we've got a psychic in the car," Sam tried to joke, although he really was a little confused.

"Leah, take pity on the guy," I said, feeling bad for him. I mean, he's in town what, 3 days tops? And I already disliked him and now Leah is being all cryptic… No, wait, I realized, it's not that I disliked him and his family, I realized my mistake. I was blaming the small town snooty, stuck up minds that I hated on him and his family.

"No." She deadpanned. "Or maybe not so hopeless after all…" she said, monotone, more to herself, zoning out from the two of us while she thought.

"It's not that she's a psychic, Sam, it's more like she is exceptionally observant." I rolled my eyes, "But she usually does tell me what she means when she says stuff like that."

Leah looked at us with what can only be described as a smug, approving expression as she said to herself, "Not so hopeless at all…" She was silent for a moment after that. "So what music are we going to torture your sister… and possibly Sam with today?"

That was my cue to pick out the music I knew my sister would hate and that Leah and I would absolutely LOVE. Although, today, now that Sam was riding with us, he could help choose.

I pointed to a stack of CD's in the back seat. "That," I said, as though the stack held great importance, because it definitely did, "is the stack of music that drives my sister insane. It makes her want to stab something and she always screams at us. The great thing about owning your own car is that you can put whatever music on that you want, and you don't have to change it at all, for anyone."

"Um…" Sam looked nervous. I didn't blame him. I would be, too. He doesn't know who -or what- my sister is. "Is she gets the urge to stab something, wouldn't I be the thing she stabs, considering I'm back here next to her?"

His self preservation is very selective.

"Yup." Leah and I laughed at him. "Just kidding. She wouldn't do that, though if she did, she wouldn't be able to actually kill you… She's not very strong, compared to a teenage guy. Don't worry." I chuckled.