Walkman Jam [Sameena]

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Kate thought that telling Deena would be harder than she thought, because, well, she thought that Deena would be devastated.

But she wasn't.

"You're not like, heartbroken or anything?"

"Why would I be heartbroken?" she scoffs, grabbing a water bottle out of the fridge. "It's not like I'm obsessed with her. Just a few glances, a few thoughts. It's not like I'm dating her."

Kate shrugs, honestly glad that she wasn't so hurt over it. "You did seem pretty sad after that event this morning, however," Simon burps, earning a gag from Kate who stood beside Deena.

"You wouldn't? Kate embarrassed the fuck out of me. I've hardly talked to Sam outside of school! That was not a good way to approach it."

"You love me for it."

"I love you, yes, but not for whatever that was."

Kate shrugs. "If anything, I thought I was helping. Who knows, maybe me pulling that whole stunt might get you some interactions with her."

"Did you hear her reaction?" Simon questions bluntly, "I don't think she wants to talk to Deena."

"Thanks for your kind words of advice," Deena scoffs, taking a seat on the couch. Simon and Kate follow in her steps, the three of them now squished together on the couch.

"Party at Torres' tonight. We going?" Simon suggests, leaning on the table a front the couch.

As much as Deena wanted to say no because she knew it would be awkward and just make her anxious, it was almost the weekend, and there practically wasn't a reason not to go. But before she even thought of arguing with it, she looked back at her friends, their eyes wide as they stare her way.

And to that, how could she say no?

"Fine."

"Maybe you can see the blondie," Kate mocks, earning a eye roll from the brunette sat beside her.

"See her what? Going mwah mwah with the same dude from earlier? No thanks," she scoffs. Grinning, Kate throws an arm around Deena, laying her head back, sighing. "Well, I don't know about you, Johnson, but I'm ready to get drunk as fuck."

"And I'm with that," Simon laughs. "Love you two."

"Love you too," they both sigh.

Nice moments like that aren't so common to other people. In fact, to Sam Fraser, they were rare. And right now, she wished she had some friends at her side on a couch, arms around her, looking forward to getting drunk at a stupid high school party later. But instead, she was outside one of the many shitty diners in Shadyside, tears on her cheek.

"I'm sorry, Oscar."

"Sorry isn't gonna fucking cut it, Sam! You knew all these months and never thought to tell me once? Not even hint it at me? Did you like watching me suffer? Did you get off on it or something!?"

Biting her lip, she can feel the tears rolling down her cheek, the tears blurring her vision as she opens her eyes again. "Oh, that's right. My mistake. You don't get off on me, or any guy, at all!"

Pain was visible in the dark haired boys eyes, but even more pain was visible in Sams. He was staring right into her eyes, but not to admire how pretty, how blue they were. No, he was staring at his very own reflection through the eyes of his ex.

After many minutes of silence, with the sound of the bell when somebody entered the diner behind them being the loudest noise, Sam speaks up.

"You're not going to tell anybody, are you?" her voice cracks as she speaks, softly tapping her shoe on the hard sidewalk.