Chapter 184 Beatrices Confession (1/2)

Sam fell asleep while Kay was stroking his hair and she gestured towards Kyle.

[Help me put his head on the pillow]

Kyle brushed the biscuit crumbs off his hands and quickly went over. He slipped his hands under Sam's head while she loosened his grip that was around her waist. Despite both of them being very gentle, Sam still woke up.

He glared at Kyle, got his head away from Kyle's hands and hugged Kay even tighter, mumbling, ”Mine. My pillow.”

Okay, Sam had to admit to himself that he was behaving atrociously but he couldn't help it.

One, he was in pain and he wanted comfort. Two, he had this perverse desire to show to Betty that he had people who wanted him, even if she didn't. At least he had the Elite Five who would appreciate him and would pander to him.

Was he being childish?

Yes, but at that moment, he didn't care.

Betty watched the rather loving scene jealously. She wanted to be the one that he sought comfort with but then again, she had pushed him away, right?

”I swear, Sam, if you weren't sick, you'll be flat on your back right now,” Kyle muttered.

”I am already flat on my back,” Sam retorted back, not really meaning it the way it sounded.

He was exhausted emotionally and he wasn't strong enough to resist the attraction he felt for Betty. If he was not sick, he could put up his walls and handle his feelings for her. Right now, it took all of his energy to stop himself from reaching out to her. So instead of succumbing to that feeling, he held on to Kay.

He hated being so weak.

Kyle let him be for another 10 more minutes. In the meantime, while Baby Sam was snuggling up to Kay, everyone else was making small talk and laughing in the room. Betty kept giving glances over to the seemingly sleeping Sam and her nose kept twitching while she played with her shirt.

Suddenly, Kyle got up and announced, ”I have some Student Council matters to talk to Sam about. So, if you don't mind, could you guys please wait for us in the living room?”

Everyone nodded. Kay patted Sam's cheeks and he grudgingly lay back on his pillow. She headed towards the door like everyone else.

Kyle grabbed Beatrice's arm as she passed him by and said, ”Beatrice, you stay. You're part of the Student Council too, aren't you?”

Beatrice stopped in her tracks. She was, but she didn't think Kyle was including her in this so-called Student Council talk. There wasn't anything on the agenda, so she was under the impression that he wanted to talk privately to Sam about something.

As everyone else left, Beatrice had an ominous feeling. Kyle wouldn't be ...

”You guys talk,” Kyle said as he headed to the bathroom.

Beatrice's eyes widened again. Her eyes should be dried out by now, judging by the number of times it did that. She glared at Kyle who walked away, thinking that Kyle used the bathroom to hide way too often. Perhaps she should start locking the Student Council bathroom as well?

Sam's eyebrow went up and he reluctantly sat up on the bed, running his hand through his hair. He crossed his legs and leaned on the wall behind him while hugging his bolster.

”What's up?” Sam asked, looking at her with curiosity.

Beatrice gulped as she looked at this unusually sexy Sam.

Somehow, the way he simply sat there, with his hair not in its usual combed down version but rather messily (which made her want to smoothen it herself). The way his shirt was unbuttoned a bit and revealing some of his collarbones, unlike the usual 'buttoned all the way to the neck' look he sported.

The way his sleepy eyes looked rather smokey and alluring, unlike the intense and clear look he always had.

The fact that they were two people, alone, in his room also didn't escape Beatrice's thoughts. Sure, Kyle was in the bathroom but for all intent and purposes, it was only the two of them. With Sam on the bed, giving off an extremely different vibe. It was a side to him that she had never seen before.

Well, okay.

The entire day was her witnessing Sam acting completely different than how he usually was, but this was on an entirely different level completely. She blinked a few times while taking deep breaths.

Kyle created this window of opportunity and she was not going to waste it. There must have been a reason why he was kinda forcing her to do it right now, but she trusted his judgment. Perhaps he knew that the longer it took, the harder it would be for her to do it - even to the point of avoiding it completely.

The best moment, as according to Kyle, is to strike while the iron is hot : while Sam was still reeling from the rejection. When he's vulnerable. She saw the wisdom in that. She had to see how Sam would act when he's at his lowest.

”Sam,” Beatrice began.

”Yes, Beatrice?” Sam replied.

Urgh. Sam wasn't making this easy. She could imagine how hard it must have been for him to confess to Betty and she was experiencing it right now. Just that one sentence from Sam and the words got stuck in her throat.

She tried again, this time saying it all in one shot, ”Sam, I like you.”

Sam sat there, frozen.