Not Broken Just Bent

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Sam strutted down the hallway, girl in each arm, nodding a "hey" to all his "friends". Everyone looked at him in admiration as he passed by. I looked away quickly, annoyed with his new found fame. What happened to the Sam Pottorff I used to know? Or maybe this is the real him. I slammed my locker door shut to find my friend, Megan.




"You know you like him"




"Shut up" I said "I hate him"




"You hate his image," she pushed "not him"




I didn't know what to say. I was fully convinced that Sam was nothing to me, just another idiot to deal with at school. I pushed Megan's theory out of my thoughts.




"I hate everything about him. I want him out of my life."




"You keep telling yourself that."




I grunted and walked in the other direction as my friend grinned at her success of the argument I forfeited from. I run into Algebra and slam my binder down on my desk, being the first one there. The hallways are hushed and everyone streams into the classrooms as the bell rings. I wince when I realize that this is the class where Sam sits next to me. Amazing way to start my second day of school.




"Hey" Sam grunts as he slipped into his assigned seat.




I wasn't in the mood to talk to him. "yeah"




His eyes narrowed in a playful way, but then his expression dropped when he realized I was serious. He shook his head, confused why I wasn't drooling over him and returned his gaze to the teacher.




Then I know the real Sam is gone. We used to be friends. In middle school, me, Kian, and my friend Zoe used to hang out all the time. We never left each others sides. I kinda had a thing back then for Sam, but I never really told him.He ignored my hints, blinded by the "friend zone".




In the next couple years, life hit me hard. My friend Zoe was diagnosed with cancer. She really was a true warrior and fought to the very end. She was my everything. Then Kian began to go to private school, and Sam joined him.




I never talked to them again. They left me there in 7th grade, every one of my best friends gone. I tried to talk to them, but they wanted nothing to do with me anymore. I guess you could say Zoe was the little knot that tied us together. When she was passed from our hands to Gods, the knot untied leaving me stranded, waiting for someone else to retie the rope.




Sam and Kian began to make YouTube videos. I couldn't bare to watch them, for I felt broken and lonely as I watched them have the fun that we used to have all together. And as they became famous, I realized how worthless I was to them now. Girls commented every minute on his videos, "Do you have a girlfriend?" "You guys are really hot" "I love you sooo much" the fame and fortune finally took over and I was lost in the thousands of fangirls.