this wasn't the plan 》s.w. / n.m.

eleven

Lexi's POV

it's been a week since the party, since I talked to sam. even though I was heart broken, I haven't really given much thought of what happened lately. I mean, things happen, and people get over it. and I did. I got over it.

I was hurt, yes, but we dated for what? not even two days? so I don't even count it as dating, just a hookup, really. if I'm being honest, I don't think I meant it when I told him I love him. for one, I wanted hudson to be jealous. to let him know he just pushed me away and handed me off to sam. and second, my guard was down. I was completely vulnerable.

even though I don't pay mind to it, sam and I are like fire and gasoline. we can't even be in the same room. it gets all awkward and tensed. and I either leave or he does. it's that bad. but worst of all, our rooms are still being separated by a bathroom.

one time I got out of the shower with only my towel wrapped around me. I went grab my clothes in my room, but then I realized I forgot my lotion on the sink. I walked in, note that I still only have my towel, and saw sam, shirtless, about to run his water. "h-hi" he had stuttered. but I just gave him a half-smile, grabbed my lotion, and left.

throughout the week, G, Johnson, and nate have been helping me unpack. it took us so long because once we start we get distracted and end up going get pizza, or going to the mall. but to say what I've been doing most of the time? hanging out with nate. nate and I have become inseparable. I tell him everything because I trust him, vice versa.

as a matter of fact, nate and I are going grab lunch today. I heard a knock on my door. I jumped up and opened it. "what you feeling like today" nate asked, raising an eyebrow. "well I think you and Johnson made me officially hate pizza, so anywheres I don't have to dress fancy for." I laughed. "alright I'll go get ready." he chuckled and disappeared.

I brushed my knots out my hair and realized my straight hair is getting really long. it's a little past my mid-back. I put on my nirvana shirt, some blue jean shorts, and a red plaid flannel, and of course black vans.

i brushed my teeth and I walked downstairs and saw sam shirtless watching tv. does he know how to put on a shirt? I mean this is not a rhetorical question and I'm not complaining, but does he? cause he never wears one.

"put on a shirt" nate said at sam, snapping me out of my thoughts. he turned around and smiled when he saw me. "you ready?" Nate asked and I nodded as he put his arm around me. instantly, sam's face fell to a frown.

we got in the car and we drove to iHop. "ooh. I love breakfast for lunch" I chuckled. "good" he smiled making his dimples pop out.

we sat there and talked about random stuff until he brought up sam. "we've been hanging out for a week now to help you forget about sam. do you want to talk about it? because sometimes that helps." my smile fell. "no. Sam is not really a topic I wanna discuss."

"well I'm your friend. no, best friend and how do I help you if I don't know what exactly happened?" now he's forcing me to tell him, seriously? "Nate. you are helping me. you helped me take my mind off of him." he just sighed. "I feel like you like me, but then at the same time I don't know. if you were totally over sam, you'd be with me."

being honest, this was making me mad. he wants to force me to tell him what happen, now he's acting desperate. "Nate. I do like you. but are you forgetting I just got out of a relationship with your bestfriend last week?" he shrugged, "oh please. you fucked Sam while you were dating hudson."

my mouth flew open. did he just say that? wow. i let out an aggravated laugh and stood up and threw my napkin down. he got up and pulled my arm so I was facing him. "lex, no I'm sorry I didn't mean--" I cut him off, "Nate you said enough." I said pushing his chest away from me.

I ran out the door crying. now how I'm gonna get home? i ran down the street to the gas station so nate wouldn't follow me. I called Gilinsky and he didn't answer. so I dialed johnson's number.

"hello" he answered. "Johnson. thank god. where are you?"
"me and jack are at basketball practice. I got to go before coach see's me on my phone. bye"
"Jack no don--" but he hung up.

i had one option left.

"lex?"
"sam, please come pick me up from 7 eleven down the road from iHop." I sniffled. "ok. lex are you crying?" "no. I'm okay. please hurry" and I hung up.