Forty Nine

DEVAN

Indecisiveness was a curse. I was caught between trying to do what I thought was right, or what was actually right. Did that even make any iota of sense?

I rolled from one end of the bed to the other, greatly perplexed. After my meeting with Sam earlier that day, I had barely been able to concentrate on anything else. I hadn't known what to do.

And bless the heavens, the science fair hadn't been a total waste after all. At least I had met Sam, and if that wasn't something I didn't know what was.

But, as I laid on my bed ruminating on what exactly to do, the right choice seemed so distant. Was I supposed to ignore Sam, and go on with my life, or pay attention to him?

Of course, I wanted to see Robb, but at that moment I could barely trust anyone, after all that I experienced recently. There was barely anyone left to trust anymore.

I inhaled deeply, and sat on the bed. I was sweaty, and my skin was beginning to feel sticky. I helped myself out of the be