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chapter 26

"What about these?" Samantha asked me, while she held up a pair of navy blue TOMS.

I got out of my thoughts, and looked at them.

"Don't you have those already?" I asked, as I remember seeing them on her once before.

"I do?" She looked truthfully confused. Oh God, this girl is... something else.

I nodded, and got up. I walked over to a pair on Vans that were floral print. It's almost spring, that means three months with Jack. I picked them up and showed them to her. She smiled, and grabbed them.

"I love them. Yeah? I should get 'em?"

I nodded. She tried them on, getting her size of course, and I paid for them.

We walked around for a few more hours, me buying some new clothes, and Samantha buying anything that was on sale. With her daddy's credit card of course, after all, she was the only daughter, with her two older brothers.

After I dropped her off at her house, I decided to talk to Sam tonight. I know I said I wanted Samantha to back me up, but I need to do this on my own.

I pulled up to his house, and turned off the car. I contemplated on going in, due to the fact that Sam might throw me out a window. Even though I know he would never touch me, I was still scared. I took deep breaths, and closed my eyes to think of what I might say.

"You can do this Blake. It's just Sam. Your best friend. Of like 12 years. He's going to forgive you. He loves you." I whispered to myself.

After what felt like three hours, I finally got out of my car, and paced myself to his door. I rang the door bell, and waited. A lady answered the door, his mom.

"Hey sweetie. How are you?" She asked me

His mom was beautiful. She was young, and thin. Her hazel eyes made her tan skin pop. She was wearing jeans, and a t-shirt. Her scent was mom like, like cherries. I don't know, but my mom never smells like this.

"I'm good. I'm here to talk to Sam, is he here?" I asked with my best fake smile.

"Yes, he's up stairs in his room. Go on up." She moved out of the door way, letting me in.

"Thank you." I smiled, and walked past her. She closed the door, and went back to the kitchen. I turned away, and looked at the stairs. There weren't that many stairs as I noticed before, but now, it felt like it would take me 1,000 years to climb them. I sighed, and walked up the stairs. One by one. Right foot, left foot.

What am I doing here?

I reached his door, and heard music. Should I knock? Should I just walk in? I should probably knock. I raised my hand slowly, and knocked on the door.

"It's open!" I heard a yell.

I slowly opened the door and saw Sam lying on his bed, shirtless.

His face was not even looking at what was coming in his door.

"Hey." I croaked out. My palms were sweaty, and I was starting to get mad at how scared I was being. Why was I scared? I straightened up, and tried to at least look tough.

Sam looked up, and just stared at me. We stared for what seemed like a century, but was only a few seconds.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with your boyfriend?" He snorted.

I didn't move from my spot. My feet were glued to the floor. I wanted to run and jump on his bed, and pretend everything was okay, but I know that is not how the world works. So I just stayed put.

"Sam please listen to me." I begged, throwing my arms out in front of me.

"Save it Blake. I don't want to hear it." He sat up on his bed, and looked at me with pure hate.

"Sam, just listen to me dammit." My voice was getting higher, which meant I was getting scared to talk.

"I don't want to hear anything you have to say. It's obviously clear that you're choosing him over Samantha and I, so go ahead and go back to your boyfriend. I'll be fine without you. Trust me." His voice deep, and raspy.

My feet finally started working, and I walked to stand in front of him. With him sitting down, we'd be eye level. Maybe that would make it easier to talk to him.

"Sam. You don't know what I was going through. The stuff I found out was... was terrible. My mind has been doing back-flips figuring out a way to talk to you, and apologize. You're not as easy as Samantha, okay? All it took her was a pair of shoes, and we were good. It's you who I was stressing over." I spat, with my voice weak.

"What did you find out that was so bad that you couldn't tell me? Especially me, Blake. I'm closer to you than anyone. So what was it?" He got up, making him taller than me.

Dammit.  

I tried to think of a effortless way to explain what I found out about my father. Why I was so furious, yet disabled in my thoughts. That's when I just decided to spit it out. I don't care anymore.

"My dad killed himself." I whispered.

Sam didn't speak, but his stare said everything. I decided to finish.

"But he didn't just kill himself..." I took a breath in, "He killed Jack's parents too."

Sam still didn't speak, and this time his stare didn't speak either. He loked blank, just like I used to look like until I met Jack.

"Blake..." He trailed.

I raised and eyebrow, "What? Going to tell me to leave? I'm way ahead of you." I turned around and started walking to the door.

"Blake." His hand grabbed my arm, and I stopped.

I turned around to face him, though I wasn't caring about how his height swallowed me.

"What Sam? You didn't want to listen to me just a minute ago, but just because you found out that you weren't expecting, you want to listen now?"

"I... I don't know. I wasn't expecting anything like that. I just... I thought he may have broken up with you or cheated on you. Something silly, but not that." He let go of me and stepped back.

"Yeah well... what can you do?" I looked down at my patterned Vans. Instaed of struggling on what to say next, I just spat it out. Better to get all the damage done at once.

"Shit." I heard him whisper under his breath.

"Yeah." I whispered back, barely audible.