Addicted to Heartache

Chapter 3 Part 1: The Best Bad Boy

The next morning, I woke up and went downstairs, realizing that I was hungry and dizzy. My mom and I had talked the night before and deciding that I should skip school and stay with Sam, who had spent the night at my house.
Once I got downstairs, I went to the couch. Sam was sleeping so peacefully. I crouched down on my knees, placing my hand on his chest.
"Hey. Sam. Wake up."
He rubbed his eyes.
"I'm going to get some coffee and maybe some waffles. Do you wanna come?"
He nodded.
Sam sat up, removing the blanket from across his lap. I didn't realize that he had slept only in his boxers. I had to quickly look away, he was so hot.
"What?"
Sam laughed, standing up and putting his pants on.
"Nothing." I looked back at him and grinned.
"Come here."
Sam pulled me into a hug.
"Thank you so much. You mean so much to me."
I grinned and pulled away, still holding his sides.
"You mean IT means so much to you."
Sam shook his head.
"No. YOU. You mean so much to me. I know what I said"
Sam smirked and pushed me away.
"Too bad you're with Lucas."
He slid his belt into the loops.
I hadn't texted or spoken to Lucas other than our 5 minute conversations in the hallways, right before we end up kissing.
I didn't know what we were exactly but I like whatever it was.
"Trust me Sam, if you wanted me, you could get me."
I didn't know what I was doing but I knew wanted him.
Sam shook his head.
"Nah. I couldn't do that. But you trust me.. I want you."
I couldn't believe as much as he hated Lucas that he would actually refuse me because of my title with him.
He was the best bad boy I'd ever met.

We ended up going to a Waffle House down the road from my house. Halfway through our brunch, my phone rang.
Of course it was none other than Lucas.
"Who is it?" Sam asked eyeing my phone.
I held it up and showed him.
He rolled his eyes as I answered.
"Hello?"
"Aye babe! Why aren't you at school? I've missed your lips."
Lucas laughed obnoxiously.
"I'm out eating breakfast with a friend. I decided to skip school today."
Lucas' tone immediately changed.
"How come you can skip with your friends but not invite me?"
I decided to be honest with him.
"Because after Saturday night I'm not sure I want to be alone with you again quite yet."
I watched Sam eat his chicken and waffles as I spoke to Lucas.
"What kind of relationship is that?" Lucas asked sighing.
"Exactly."
Lucas was silent for a minute.
"Scarlet I wasn't going to hit you. No, I don't remember much from Saturday night but I know that I promised you I was never going to hurt you again and I also know that I kept that promise. You have no reason to leave me again."
I didn't feel like explaining how I felt to Lucas. Honestly, I didn't know how I felt but I knew that I didn't want to throw away 10 months over something that could've been a misunderstanding. Even though deep down, I know that if Sam hadn't have intervened, Lucas would've hit me and maybe even raped me. 
"I'll talk to you later." I told Lucas bye and hung up without giving any answers.
Sam looked up at me, without saying anything.
I shrugged and looked down, honestly ashamed for not breaking up with Lucas.
As we ate, I tried to think of ways to make myself move on from Lucas. I was tired of being trapped in this relationship with him even though it was my fault for going back to him. 
"Anyway," I spoke up. Killing the awkwardness.
"How are your knuckles?"
"Still pretty bad."
I took Sam's hand in mine, inspecting the top of it. His knuckles were still bruised and even more swollen today. I wondered what his stepdads face looked like.
"Is your mom allowing you back in her house? Or did she kick you or him out? What happened with that?"
Sam shrugged.
"As usual she's going to side with him, ya know, cause he 'takes care of us'"
I scoffed.
"Seems to me you're the one that 'took care' of him."
Sam laughed. "Yeah. I hope this doesn't change how you feel about me.. You know I would never do that to a girl.. Or anyone who doesn't deserve it."
I was so tired of hearing that from guys. I just nodded my head and kept eating.