Save me.

Sunday

Sam groaned as she slowly opened her eyes, exposing herself to bright sunlight. She found herself to be purely crazy for following jake to that violent event. She wanted to forget it. Forget all the horrible sights she stumbled upon, but no matter what, the events replayed in her mind. She knew she was a fool for even thinking that Trent had goodness inside of him. On top of that, she found it insane that Trent would go celebrating a murder. It was outrageous for her. She believed no matter how bad a person was that change was possible, and that death should not be considered the immediate consequence.

Her mind fell back to visions of him. He went to a party last night, she thought. Bad stuff happens at parties. Things like sex and drugs. She found herself wondering if he had any sex at the party.

"I shouldn't even be thinking about these things, I'm not jealous"

Deep down Sam knew she felt some jealousy, even if it was just little. For some wierd reason, she didn't want other girls all over him. "Thirsty hoes" she murmured, thinking about all the girls that must have been all over him at the party.

While still laying in bed, Sam heard her phone beep, and she groaned as she reached for her phone on her bedside table.

Completely shocked, she recieved a text message from Trent.

She thought he had been trying to push her away, and that must've been why he took her to that murder. He knew it would've disgusted her, and used it as a tool to try to make her dislike him more. Sam began putting the pieces together and analyzing his tactics.

"I don't understand", she shook her head. "I can forgive people even if their like Trent, but he doesn't believe that, and it doesn't look like he ever will."

She scrolled down and clicked on Trent's message to open it.

Trent-: Do you want to chill today?

Sam debated on whether she should reply or not, before making a decision.

"Fuck it, I'm gonna talk to him."

Sam-: WHY SO YOU CAN MURDER MORE HUMAN BEINGS YOU COLD HEARTED BASTARD

Trent-: I am making a very exasperated gasp right now because you called me a bastard. And that guy... he deserved it..and girl why you tripping?

Sam-: You're such an idiot. What the hell do you want anyway?

Trent-: Okay ms.sassy lemme explain myself... We need to talk, like about what happened when the gang was together and yeah. That happened.. I shouldn't have taken you there, and I need to talk to you. I'm sorry.

Sam-: Fine, but you're buying me ice cream and chocolate, in Starbucks.

Trent-: ugh, fine. I'll be at your house in 15 minutes.

Trent's Point Of View

Trent sighed as he placed his phone down on his couch. He continued watching the game in his living room, while swearing and yelling at a football match. His game would be over in 5 minutes, and then he'd be making his way to pick up sam. Sam was something else for him, he thought. He knew he said he'd push her away but he needed to apologize for the murder she saw, because he had seen her eyes when it all occurred, and he still felt guilty. He needed to be with her and apologize to her sweet innocent self before he could attempt to push her away. So he did what he was not supposed to do. He texted her and asked her to hang out.

He thought it was cute that she yelled at him through caps locks. He also found it funny how much of a white girl he found out her to be. Loving Starbucks and all.

Trent went crazy as soon ass he saw his team get a touchdown, and jumped up. "You got served son", he yelled. "You bitchass nigguhs thinking you can beat my team". "Sit your asses down".