The beginning of the end//pottorff(Sequel)

Chapter 3-Flower beds of broken lights.

"Ready to go?" Connor asked linking he's right are through mine as we walked out the door to the car.

"Are you stealing my girl Con?" Sam laughs in the back seat.

" I am," he winked looking at me.

"So why did you guess let me set up?" I ask curiously.

"It's a secret you'll find out soon," Sam said, with a smile wider than ever.

"What have you been up to Samuel John Pottorff?" I laugh. "Call me by my full name again and there will be no more surprises for you missy," Sam sternly says narrowing he's eye to look angry.

"I can call you what ever I like," I say raising my chin to gain authority.

"Well then I get to call you Kayla-Rose. How do you like that?" He pouts.

"How do you even know that?" I asked.

"Your mum told me one time," Sam laughs.

"Clearly my mum doesn't know that I don't like my middle name?" I sigh.

"It's the name of my fathers mother," I tell him.

"Oh," is all Sam could say before, our attention was brought to the flashing lights in the arranged garden park next to the hall. Before even reading it I could tell what it spelt. It spelt 'WE LOVE YOU KAYLA'.

I felt a tear drop fall onto my cheek. "Sam," I happily sigh. "It's beautiful," I tell him. "I knew you'd like it," he said grabbing my hand.

Walking into the hall was like walking into a wonderland of happiness. If only fairies and unicorn existed then this night would be truly magical. Light bulbs hung from the ceiling, with a piece of rope. They were arranged in rows of eight.

I don't know why I was paying so much attention to the lights, but they were just so pretty.

I loved flowers and lights.

My attention was quickly changed as I walked into the hall of blasting music. I walked passed a dozen people that wished me a happy birthday. Some even gave me hugs. I didn't recognise some but maybe that's because Kian probably invited some of he's friends.

"Sam I love it," I scream over the music.

"What?" He screamed back.

"I love it," the music stopped and everyone heard.

"I'm glad you like it," he laughs and the music starts again.

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"Sam let's dance," I say in my drunken state. I have a few drinks throughout the night. People just keep passing them to me.

"Two seconds, babe," he laughs. He was talking to some girl. I wonder why?

"Come on Sam, it would make my day," I beg like a little dog.

"Sam, come on. I just want to dance." He still continues he's conversation. In a sober state I probably wouldn't get this jealous but man was I foaming.

I storm off, not even looking back. I can't believe he would just ignore me like that.

I walked outside tearing up. Why am I so emotional? It's not like me to get this emotional.

'It's the alcohol,' I thought to myself. But I was already an emotional wreak.

Why would Sam just ignore me like that?

Still on my emotional train ride I walk around the corner to see the lights. One by one I kick in the lights glass going every where.

Why am I so angry?