Part 12

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*Craig's POV*

I walked to the front lounge and sat down on the couch.

"We're not together anymore Sam. You need to stop acting like we are." I spoke into the phone.

"I don't know what your talking about Craigy Bear." Sam said innocently.

I rolled my eyes.

"Craigy Bear? Really? You know exactly what I'm talking about Sam." I said.

"Okay ever since that Salem chick came along you've been distant." She said in a whiny voice.
"I know there's something going on between you too."

"Why is that any of your business?" I asked.

"Because your mine." She said with an annoying squeal.

"We hung out for 2 weeks, we broke up, I don't belong to you." I told her, getting frustrated.

"What?" She scoffed.
"IM PRETTIER THAN HER!" She yelled so loud I had to move the phone from my ear.

"I'm tired and I'm going to bed, please stop calling me." I said.

"Wait, Craig I'm sorry. I'm just under a lot of stress." She said in an innocent voice.

"Not my problem." I said as I hung up.

Yeah it was a bit cold but we've been done for almost 2 months now. She needs to get over it.

I walked back to my bunk. The curtain was open and Salem was gone.

"Fuck." I muttered to myself.

I knocked on the side of TJ's bunk.

He pulled open the the curtain and looked at me with a pissy expression.

"What did you do?" He whispered to me in an angry tone. Trying not to wake Salem.

"I'll explain tomorrow, just let her sleep." I said.

"Whatever." He said rolling his eyes.

"She's not wearing pants so can you please put a pillow in between you two or something?" I asked desperately.

His eyes went wide and he lifted the blanket to look.

"Hey bro!" I whispered sharply, and smacked his hand.

"I was just checking." He said dropping the blanket. "She could've put some on before coming to me." He said defensively.

"Whatever dude, but I like her a lot." I told him. Making sure he knows damn well she's off limits.

"Oh really? I had no idea." He whispered sarcastically as he grabbed an extra blanket from the end of the bunk and placed it between them.

"Thank you." I muttered in relief.

"By the way, We're not as oblivious as you think we are Craig." He added before he shut the curtain.

I slid into my bunk and closed my eyes.

What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

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