What the sigma

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Beckett pov:

Keamyn and I had grown increasingly closer over the next few weeks. Things had been going well, but I hadn't heard from Sam much. It made me worried, but life was pretty calm. I enjoyed it. Keamyn felt so safe. We had started hanging out often and shared bits of our lives and childhood memories. I found out his life was pretty rough growing up. He was from Texas and ran away with his mother when he was about 10 because of his abusive father. We just seemed to click so well and it finally felt like I could breathe. Keamyn was my breath of fresh air. No drama, no controlling, and no...violence. I had tried so hard to get the image of Brinlie's body out of my head and it seemed like Keamyn was my only distraction.

As we sat together, hanging out for the third time one week, my parents left the house and we watched a movie. As I got up to refill our popcorn, I felt him grab my hand. "Wait Beck." We sat in silence for a minute and then he pulled me down next to him. His hand met my cheek and pulled me into a gentle kiss. It felt...good. It wasn't rough but it was filled with passion and care. "Oh my god, I don't know what I was thinking, I'm so sorry Beckett, you just make me feel so," he stopped. I watched his face grow red as he quickly pulled the blanket over his lap. "I SHOULD GO, THANKS FOR HAVING ME!" He quickly hopped up and pulled his shirt down as far as it could go. "Keamyn, I really like you." As he reached for the doorknob, he smiled and said, "I like you too Beck."

Sam pov:

I grabbed my duck tape and all other necessary items and threw on my ugly purple tracksuit. I'm going to kill Keamyn even if it kills me first. I climbed the fence that separated my house from his, anger rising by the second. I walked to the window that had been slightly opened due to the extreme heat wave we had been experiencing. I peaked in the window to see him...well pleasuring himself. Fuck maybe I should just leave. "B-becket" THAT MOTHER FUCKER WAS WHIMPERING MY MANS NAME?! Shit maybe his dick really was bigger, Is that thing a subway footlong. I knocked on the window letting him know of my existence. "B-becket-HOLYFUCK" He yelled probably due to his nakedness and his awareness i had seen that monster of a-. "So youre that mother fucker who stole my boyfriend?" I announced stepping closer. "Can you turn around real fast so I can you know cover myself up?" I turned around and continued, "Were you really just whimpering my boyfriends name?! Did you guys fuck?!" I yelled face hot with anger. "Huh? Oh yeah, he was squealing like a pig," he said calmly getting up from his bed. "IM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!" I responded feeling more defeat then ever. "Uh huh," he said as he pulled the leg of his pants over his body. "And you think this is gonna make Beck want you? I'm better for him, I haven't nor will i ever hurt him" He responded nonchalantly obviously unfazed I had just broken into his house. "You wanna get back with him make him jealous, You can turn around now, make him want you not hurt me an innocent man who just wanted to get laid," he said grinning. Fuck he had a point. "Here's my number, call me and I can help you. Or we can just hookup but it's too soon for that" He said smacking my ass. WHAT THE HELL?

After his Country ass sent me five dick pics he has the nerve to ask if I still wanted to go through with the plan. He really can't keep that giant thing in his pants can he? We texted throughout the week about how i would win him back, Keamyn surprisingly had a lot of helpful insight about how to win people back. Like to fake a relationship and make them want you to want them. He probably only knows this because he doesn't have a dad.

I heard a knock at my window and went to open it only to see his sorry ass. "God you're a dumbass," I said as i rolled my eyes." "You know you love me" he said climbing through with no sense of consent. Pay back I guess. "Asshole." i mumbled under my breath. Fuck him why did i have to 'win' him back why couldn't i just get rid of the problem at hand. Before I could say anything his axe body spray smelling ass threw me onto the bed. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" I said punching his face. "Hold still dumbass" THAT FUCKER IS GIVING ME A HICKEY?! I tried to throw him off of me only to be met with two strong arms. MOTHER FUCK HE WAS STRONG. "GET OFF" I kicked him in his balls. "FUCK" he winced out in pain

Beckett pov:

Keamyn and I had been texting non-stop since the kiss and he was really understanding. He let me be me without a constant fear of him hurting someone I loved. Even though we had been texting I still had a nagging fear of Sam hurting him. I took a deep breath and stepped out of my car. Only 5 seconds into school and I want to leave. I stepped into school and saw Sam immediately as he was talking to someone against a locker? Is that Keamyn? Keamyn whispered something into Sams ear and he turned to meet my eyes and i felt a burst of anxiety. was he going to hurt Keamyn? Thats when i saw it, Sam had a hickey on his neck and it wasn't from me. What the hell was going on.

The day passed and I felt the gnawing sensation of jealousy in my stomach never left. The one fucking person I could trust. How could he Keamyn do that to me? HOW COULD SAM DO THAT TO ME?! He acted like it was such a big deal when there was anyone else in my life, even just friends. This wasn't fair. None of this was fair. I saw Sam walking to his next class during our passing period. It looked like he was basically flaunting that someone had marked his neck. Of course it did get him a lot fo attention, but it was pissing ME off.

Sam pov:

"Hey lover boy, your husband is here," Keamyn whispered in my ear. My head shot up to see Purser looking over almost sad. I wanted to run over and wipe that face off of him. Then i saw what he was looking at...Keamyn. I shoved him off, "plans over. im doing it my way." I felt anger boiling up inside of me. "Oh come on. He wants you," he said trailing behind me. I waited till he was by my car and I punched him in the face. Fuck, i'd wanted to do that for a long time. "WHAT THE HELL! IM TRYING TO HELP YOU RETARD," he yelled in pain. "Go kill yourself," I responded hopping into my car and leaving him with blood trailing down his face and out of his nose.

I saw him mouth something as I drove away.

Beckett pov:

I shut my door and threw my backpack on the floor as soon as I got home. None of my family was home yet. "MOTHER FUCK!" I heard my scream echo in the hall outside of my room. I kicked the door as hard as I could and recoiled at the pain shooting up from my foot. As I fell to the floor I heard a knock. It was coming from my window. I opened the blinds and saw Keamyn. His face was tear-stained and covered with dried blood and he was looking at me with pleading eyes. I gave in and pulled up the window for him to climb in. As he pulled himself through, he erupted in a monologue of apologies. I didn't say much until he started recalling his actions. "Look Beck, I didn't mean to hurt you and I did some really fucked up things, but it was just because I was trying to help you! I wanted you to be happy. Sam was bothering you, he came to me and asked for help and I couldn't say no! I just wanted to do what was best for everyone and I'm so sorry. I know I hurt you after you trusted me and that was bullshit. It was so fucking messed up and if you hate me now and I just thought making you jealous might help you and S-" "You really fucking thought you were helping? Keamyn this is bullshit. Stop fucking spewing all these worthless 'sorrys' and get the fuck out of my life. NO ONE IS EVER FUCKING NORMAL AND I DON"T DESERVE TO PUT UP WITH ALL THIS BULLSHIT. IT'S NOT FUCKING FAIR, OKAY?" I took a deep breath, taken aback by my sudden outburst. "I was just trying to help you Beck. I love you, I really do and I promise to never do it again. I mean it. I love you Beck." I grabbed his arm, forcibly bringing him closer to me. "NO, KEAMYN. YOU FUCKING DON'T. AND QUIT FUCKING PLAYING WITH ME BECAUSE YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT CONSTANT ATTENTION AND ENTERTAINMENT. NO FUCKING WONDERS YOU DON'T HAVE A REAL FAMILY. NO ONE CAN FUCKING STAND YOU." I watched as his face contorted from shock to a look I hadn't truly seen before. He looked shattered and I knew I had finally hit a nerve. "Get the fuck out. And quit calling me Beck. I never want to fucking see you again."

He muttered, "You won't see me again then," and he left, silent. He slammed my bedroom door and left through the front door, leaving the window still open and the room filled with the loudest silence I'd ever heard.