Forget me || Sam Golbach

4

I watched patiently as she reapplied her lip liner.
"Like, I didn't even know about you to be honest" she didn't even look up to me.
"You didnt" it seemed hilarious to me.
"So you never came across all the posts and tweet he posted about me? Pretty sure it was all over your feed". She finally took her eyes of the little mirror in her hand and looked at me. Her pissed off expression gave me satisfaction. She just scoffed.
"Nope. But since you was such a big deal how come your name never came up?" a fucking smirk on her face. "I'm sure mine did. Many times" a stupid grin plastered on her face.
"Y/N table 6". Thank goodness. I left the booth we were sitting at and rushed in the kitchen. My hand reached to my pocket for my keys and I drove my car to Sam's place.

A pair of blue eyes opened the door but not the ones I expected. A shirtless Colby wearing only black sweats. I looked him up and down and shoved his confused and surprised face out of the way.
"I need to talk to him" I started checking the rooms one by one, Colby trying to keep up pace with me.
"Uh he uh" somehow hearing his stutter made me even more furious. I finally got to his bedroom door and practically shoved it open, revealing a Sam editing one of their videos probably. He looked to us startled and his eyes locked with mine. Suddenly my heart dropped and I felt my whole body tremble. What was I thinking. His voice made me remember the reason I was here.
"The fuck is she doing here" he yelled to Colby. Was I not right in front of him??
"Uh". What was wrong with him today.
"Leave us" and the door closed behind me. At least he listened.
"Tell Colby to lock the door behind you" he put back on the pair of headphones as he sat back on his chair. Hell nah. I snatched them and threw them across the room without caring at this point.
"What the fuck is your problem?!" he flew out from his chair, eyes furrowed.
"Seriously Sam? Her? After everything you told me she's done to you?". His expression didn't shift at all, his eyes steady, looking down at me. One thing about him that made me weak was his height. Suddenly I felt small infront of him. He didn't speak, just looked at me. It was only when my mouth unconsciously dropped just the slightly bit. A smirk was placed on his lips instantly. He was enjoying this. I looked away. It had gone dark by now, not making this any easier.
"You're pathetic" I exhaled, feeling tired of all this already. I was done with him. It was over for good this time. I opened the door but only for him to close before me, as he grabbed my wrist. His moves so fast, I was now pinned to the door, his grip on my arms so tight that made me feel the blood run through my veins. I winced at the pain and look at him, finding his face only inches from mine. I froze.
"What the fuck did you just call me?" his voice low and calm but the hint of anger was there. I gulped.
"I called you fucking pathetic Sam" I was almost sure he could hear my heart beat by now. He had that look in his eyes again, the one I didnt recognize that night. His eyes wandered around my face and stayed at my lips from a moment. His grip tightened. If this was an other occasion I'd already be on my knees.
"You're hurting me" I tried to keep my voice steady. His head tilted and I swear I saw his brows relax for a second, his eyes too. But it was only for a second. He looked at me one more time before letting me go. I opened the door and turned around to leave.
"Oh and, tell your girlfriend to wear blue more often. She looked good today" and with that, I left. And never came back.