''What are you doing?'' I ask Samantha. She has been working on her laptop for hours, but she had to get ready for court.
''Who is Cosimo Ree Tonk and why are you looking at his website?'' I ask when I look over her shoulder.
Samantha smiles and she nods at an envelope on her desk. It looks official, but I frown when I see that it is addressed to Tyler. Now curious, I open the envelope and take the letter out.
''Dear, Mr. Reed. We are happy to inform...''
''He got a scholarship? That means he is going to Stanford! How could Tyler keep this for me, he always tells me everything!''
Samantha smiles and she gets of her bed.
''Because he doesn't know about it yet, but he will today. Then we have at least one thing to celebrate.''
I frown, because it still doesn't make any sense to me.
''Wait, you were changing things on that website. Does that mean that non of this is real?''
Samantha pulls a dress out of her closet and she shrugs he shoulders.
''It is going to be real for Tyler and for the next one.''
''Where did you find the money, love? I thought you invested everything you had in Gabriel's business.''
Samantha steps into the navy blue dress and she pulls her hair to the side. I help her with the zipper and Samantha turns around.
''Good enough for court?''
''You look good, but don't try to change the subject, Jones.''
''Fine,'' Samantha chuckles. ''I did invested most of my money into the fashion line, but not all of it. I still have four savings accounts.''
''Four?'' I ask.
''Yes, I have my own and I have one for Emma. I also had an account set up for Tyler and Mia. That money is still there, but you know how Tyler is. He is proud and he would never had accepted it as a gift.''
I shake my head in disbelieve, before I pull Samantha in for a hug.
''That is amazing! Although I still don't know who this Cosimo person is.''
A cheeky smile appears on Samantha's face.
''I couldn't really call it the Cookie Monster scholarship, could I?''
''Cosimo Ree Tonk?'' I mumble and I'm rearranging the letters in my head. ''Your mind never seems to amaze me.''
''Well, I had to find a way to let Tyler go to Stanford. He only got into that fight with Leroy because of me and this is the only way I could come up with.''
''Still, Stanford is very expensive. Are you sure you can afford to do this?''
Samantha shrugs her shoulders and she starts to braid her hair.
''I had to withdraw halve of my savings, but that's fine. I don't need the money for college, since I'm not going.''
Another surprise. I knew Samantha was conflicted about what she wanted to do after high school, but apparently she figured it out.
''So you finally made a decision?''
''I did,'' Samantha responds and she finishes her braid. ''It's not the right time for me. I need time to deal with everything and figure out what I want to do with my life.''
I nod and I try to hide my insecurity. Samantha was excited for me to attend Stanford. She was truly happy for me, but it was sinking in with me that I was moving to the other side of the country.
Making it work long distance was going to be tough. Going home for the weekend was not an option. It was too far and too expensive. We would be apart for weeks or months. I was determined to make it work, but what if that wasn't enough?
''Are you worried about court or about next year?'' Samantha asks.
''Both,'' I admit. ''I don't want those four to get away with what they did and I'm scared that we would grow apart because of the distance.''
Samantha sighs and she sits down on her bed.
''Stanford is an excellent school, Alexander. You get to go there with your best friend and follow that program that you are so passionate about. I want you enjoy everything Stanford has to offer you. I don't want you to miss out on anything, especially not on my account.''
''I already told you that we are not breaking up, Samantha!''
''I remember your promise and I don't want to break up, but we have to be realistic,'' Samantha says with a sad smile. ''We will hardly see each other next year. You will get crazy busy there and only return home for the big breaks.''
''Yes, but we don't live in the stone age anymore. We can call, FaceTime and text. We can still visit each other and yes, I know it will be hard. That's why I said I was worried about the distance, but I meant what I said that day in the bathroom. You are it for me, Jones.''
Samantha looks at me and she lets out a deep sigh.
''Is staying friends not a better idea? You will meet so many new interesting people, Alexander. Don't you want to be free to do whatever you want to do?''
I kneel down before Samantha and I smile, cupping her face between my hands.
''Samantha, we already proven that we can get through anything. You broke up with me after that party and still we found a way back to each other. It was the same after you admitted yourself into the center and when you left with Emma, because your anger got the best of you.''
''Seeing the old you with my own eyes was hard, but it didn't change how I felt about you. It never did, Samantha. I love you and and we will find a way to make it work. We always find a way, so my answer is no. I don't want to be free in the way you suggested. I want to be with you, because you are the woman who I love. Did I make myself clear, Jones?''
''Crystal clear, Mr. Harrison.'' Samantha smiles and I groan.
''Keep that up, Jones. Just remember it will be your last name one day too!''
Samantha's cheeks turn bright red and she is suddenly very eager to leave for court.
Some day, Mrs. Harrison. Some day.