(tw: mention of sexual harassment)
It hadn't gone over entirely as bad as she was initially worried it would. Sam's parents were angry, of course, but after the first day of them being there, they didn't show it much. They treated Ophelia with respect despite her situation, giving her the guest room for as long as she needed. They didn't make her feel like a burden in the slightest, even though she knew she was one. Ophelia and Sam had barely said ten words to each other in the three days they had been there; they just kept themselves locked away in their respected rooms, neither having the energy to break the ice getting thicker between them. Their court date was right around the corner, just four days away now, and with every passing moment Ophelia got more nervous.
The blonde glanced over at the clock, scrunching her nose in annoyance when she saw the numbers reading '3:28 A.M.'. She had barely slept a wink since that night. She had too much to be worried about to waste her time sleeping. She clicked down on the remote, scrolling through the channels to find something to watch. She settles on 'ten things i hate about you', and leans back against her pillow as the movie begins to play. The movie only played for about fifteen minutes before her phone buzzed three times beside her, telling her she had new text messages. She furrowed her eyebrows, unsure who would be texting her at this hour as she picked up her phone.
sam:
(can i come to your room?)
(i wanna talk to you)
(if not it's okay)
Ophelia let out a soft sigh at the sight of the blue bubbles, tapping her thumb on her screen as she thought of a response. She wasn't sure she was ready for this yet, but she knew they had to get the conversation out of the way. They were basically living together now, and everyone could tell things were awkward between the two of them. She shut her eyes momentarily before texting him back - a simple 'okay'. It only took him about a minute to be outside her door, knocking softly so he didn't wake anyone else up. She stood up off of her bed, turning the knob and pulling it open. He looked down at her, taking a breath as she opened it more to let him inside. Once he had stepped into the room, she shut the door behind him. "We need to talk about that night." Sam prompts, his eyes trailing over her face, as if studying her features. "Do we have to?" Ophelia asks quietly, walking back over to the bed and taking a seat. "I didn't cheat on you. I've told you before that no one else makes me feel like you do." He admits, sitting down beside her and playing with his fingers. "Lying isn't going to help this, Sam. I heard what happened in there. Everyone at the party did."
"No, it's not..." Sam sighs, rubbing his face, "She's fucking insane. Okay? I didn't touch her. Not a single time. The second we got in there, she took off her clothes and started touching herself. I told her to stop. I didn't even look. She was just trying to make you angry with those sounds she was making." He explains, "And I know this sounds like a bunch of bullshit, but I hope there's some part of you that can believe me. When I say I wouldn't cheat on you, I mean it." He says, glancing over at her. "How does that explain the lipstick all over you when you came out?" Ophelia furrows her eyebrows, trying to figure out if he was telling the truth. "She kissed me. I didn't want her to, I - I tried to stop it." Sam sounded genuinely upset as he spoke, and Ophelia felt her stomach turn.
"I should've told you earlier. I'm sorry. I was too drunk to understand what was happening until it was too late. The second I realized, I pushed her off of me and tried to get out, but the door was locked." His expression changed, like the memory hurt him to think about. "Fuck." Ophelia says, rubbing her hand over her forehead. "You got harassed and walked out to see me kissing Max." She reiterates, a sinking feeling prominent in her stomach. "I should've waited. I should've heard you out. I was just upset because you wanted to play that stupid game, and I figured you wanted an excuse to sleep with someone else. I'm so fucking sorry, Sam." She frowns, giving him a sad look. "I understand why you reacted the way that you did. And I also understand if you don't want to be with me anymore. I'll... I'll go back to my dad's house. I'll figure something out." She says quietly, starting to stand up so she could grab her things and get out of his house.
