Dazed & Confused

[51]

{Sam's POV}

Why the fuck does he have a tracker on him?! Is he trying to get me killed?! Why was he with the other Mike?! Is he betraying me?!
"I didn't know he did it! I never thought he would do this shit!" Colby softly yells as we both go into my room. I quietly huff as I open my drawer, see all my tools and chips I made at the base. I pull out one of my smaller tools, trying to disarm the tracker. I can't do this at the bunker. I'll need to go to a bigger place. I could probably go make the garage of that place we we're going to go to on Friday. Yeah, that's a good idea. I need more space away from people anyways. I put the tools back and zip up the bag before grabbing my phone off my bed and pulling the bag out of my drawer. I turn towards Colby, looking him with a deadpanned face before walking past him, accidentally bumping my shoulder against his. I leave the bunker once again and head out to the abandoned bar/club.

[Six Hours Later]

     I softly swing in my chair, building yet another chip for my motorcycle. The blueprint of my motorcycle projected on the screen above me while music plays over the speakers I installed earlier. I finally finish the chip. I lay back in the chair, sighing loudly before looking next to my many projects, seeing the other Colby's phone. Can't believe he didn't tell me. Probably wanted the money as well. It's a lot of money anyways. He probably teamed up with the other Mike with killing me. I take a deep breath before turning on Colby's phone, seeing just a photo of Colby. That's new. I open the phone, the password still being the same. I instantly see a photo of me with my messy hair and my sides shorter than usual, my hair has grown a lot since then. I'm wearing my black hoodie with a light purple planchette all over it. The photo is clearly from my Instagram. Probably mistaken my Instagram for his Sam's Instagram. He still doesn't know it's me. I should tell him. It doesn't matter anyways. I sigh and pull up the notification he got from my Colby,

Cole Brock:
$100, 000, 000, 000
Kill Samuel John Golbach.
States: California, Nevada, Kansas

     I set the phone down and turn it off. I can't believe he did that. I thought he was back to the normal Colby I grew up with and adored. But apparently not. He's still the backstabbing manipulator the Mafia made him into. I sigh and grab my sketch book, sketching out a new idea: a wrist band that sends out electricity. I stop swaying my chair as I hear the door handle move. I hear light footstep from boots walk in the garage.
     "Hey Griff," I calmly state. I hear the footsteps stop, making me smirk.
     "How did you know it was me?" Griffin replies as he walks towards me with a bag full of things from Walmart.
     "Because I've heard you sneak around the trap house a lot to see Jake." I turn the chair ever so slightly to look at him, seeing him with wide eyes. I laugh at his reaction and turn back, sketching some more in my chair.
     "Anyways- why are you in here? Thought we weren't gonna visit this place till Friday." Griffin asks. I shrug,
     "Needed some space. Plus I had to disarm this," I hold up the tracker that I found on Colby's back. Griffin grabs it from my fingertips,
     "Your fingers are burned Sam." Griffin comments before examining it. I look at my fingers and see a metallic burn in my palm and fingertips. My skin is broken apart a little but nothing too serious. Just got shocked a couple times by my projects, that's probably what caused the burns but it's very minor.
     "Where did you find it?" I turn the chair a bit a look up at him. That's a first, he dyed his tips teal.
     "I found it on my roommates back. He had it because of me." Griffin sighs and rubs his face.
     "You didn't fully disarm it." Shit. Fuck. Oh fuck. I'm so screwed. I'm gonna have to go to Alaska or something. Maybe even Hawaii.
     "But you did hold it back from saving your previous and current location." I let out a breath of relief. Jesus Christ.
     "Do you want me to show you how to disarm it fully?" Griffin asks, I nod,
     "Hell yeah! I'm gonna need it." Griffin chuckles and crouches next to my chair, showing me how to fully disarm it.
     "Is that your location?" Griffin asks, pulling up the location of the bunker. Fuck.
     "Yeah.. it is." Griffin softly nods.
     "Don't worry I won't tell anyone. I'll probably forget it sooner or later." I smile at Griffin as he clicks on it and completely wipes it from the device and whatever device it's connected to it.
     "There you go. It's a good thing the person who put the tracker on your roommate didn't check the location yet. Or they did but couldn't find it because you blocked the tracker. But it's probably a good idea to crush it, and it's chip so they can't reactivate it." I quickly take the tracker from Griffin and smashing on the floor, repeatedly stomping on it and seeing small orange sparks fly from underneath my gray converses and the sound of a chip snapping in pieces echo through the room. Griffin laughs,
     "That was quick." I just hum in response and turn my chair back, facing my desk. My eyes land on the photos hanging on my pin board, full of photos of me, my family, and my friends over the years. The most recent one on the board is the one we took before my Colby and Mike shot me. I'm glad I still have that photo.
     "Penny for your thoughts?" Griffin holds out a penny. I look at the penny, then him before laughing.
     "What are we? Five?" Griffin laughs with me as I take the penny. I slowly stop laughing and glance at the photos on my pin board, then the other Colby's phone. I sigh,
     "I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I have every Mafia in California, Nevada, and Kansas after my ass, my roommate doesn't realize who I am and doesn't know shit about me. And overall I just feel betrayed... I'm stressed the fuck out and I'm so overwhelmed it's driving me crazy. Not that I already am. But still. I don't know, I just don't know what I'm supposed to do. All I know to do is to keep moving forward." I look down at the penny in my hands as I fidget with it, subconsciously bouncing my leg. I hear Griffin sigh, making me look over at him, seeing him in the chair next to me, his body facing the opposite direction of the chair.
     "How do you have every Mafia after you, Sam? As far as I've heard, nothing has happened other then Mike has reassigned Colby to their base and it pissed Colby off." I sit up and grab the other Colby's phone, opening it and pulling up the message, showing Griffin the message.
     "Whose phone is this?"
     "My roommates. I hacked into it to get the message." Griffin takes the phone from me and stares at it in shock.
     "Shit dude..." I hum before Griffin hands me the phone. I turn it off and set it face down on the table. We sit there in silence before Griffin pipes up,
     "What do you mean he doesn't realize who you are?" Griffin calmly asks. I take a deep breath, letting my chest rise slowly before falling back down.
     "He thinks I'm someone else. And he doesn't know me at all. He doesn't understand me like you guys do. I just don't know dude. We're completely different. We're both from completely different places, we both have completely different morals and beliefs, we both act completely different, we're just complete opposites and we clash a lot because of it..." I spin the penny around between the sides of my fingers, still looking down.
     "Ah, but you forgot Sammy." Griffin gets up, I look up from my hands and watch as Griffin heads to the mini fridge I installed earlier, grabbing a Truly from it.
     "Opposites attract." Griffin winks at me before turning around to the other table in the garage by all the mechanic stuff used to fixes cars and shit.
     "Yeah but I don't think we're that way Griff. Not all opposites attract." I genuinely admit, swaying in my chair once again with my foot softly pushed up against the front side of the table.
     "You're attracted to him. It sounds like he's attracted to you otherwise you wouldn't have sex," Griffin turns back towards me, leaning against the table and sipping his Truly.
     "You guys just gotta get used to each other. Observe him Sam, your good at that. Just watch what he does, how he acts, figure out what he likes and doesn't like. If you still clash and stuff than you're right, you guys just aren't that case of 'Opposite Attract', but if you become more attracted to him, and possibly fall head over heels for him than I was right and you guys are that case." I set the penny down on the table, resting my hand there.
     "We only had sex because we were drunk." I comment, making Griffin grin.
     "But have you guys flirted while sober?" Dammit. He's got me on that one. I look away from Griffin, letting Griffin know that he's won. Griffin smiles and sets his drink down, walking towards me.
     "He's needs to make an effort to know the real you. The you that we see. And you need to be more open about who you are as well. And for the Mafia bullshit? We'll be standing right by you the entire time Sam. You won't have to do this alone. Initiation is in 6 days. We got this Sam. For now you should focus on building a healthy relationship with your roommate and focus on getting ready for initiation. Aryia has started working out for it. Maybe you should too. It'll help relieve your stress and you'll be stronger for what's about to come, okay?" I smile softly at Griffin.
     "Okay. I'll work on it." Griffin nods and heads to the garage door.
     "Want some lunch? You've probably haven't eaten anything." I laugh a bit,
     "Yeah you're right. I'll have some lunch." Griffin says 'okay' before leaving and getting us some food. I sit there bored before I decide to change Colby's wallpaper for him. If he wants a photo of me he should pick a recent one. I grab his phone and change it to this: