Save Me // S.W

Chapter 35

I grab a cup of coffee and head to my classes.

"Sup Shay." Nash greets me with a friendly hug.

"How was your weekend?" He smirks.

"Great." I smile.

"Did he get lucky?" He asks laughing.

"Maybe." I smirk.

"What! He did! Dayyum Erin finally gave in." Nash freaks out.

"Shut up!" I smack him on the head.

"That hurt you know?" He rolls his eyes.

"That's what I was aiming for." I add and walk away.

I was walking down the hall way and someone grabs me. I look up and find Sam.

"What are you doing here?" I freak out.

"Nothing." He shrugs.

"You have classes." I laugh.

"I don't think it would harm if I miss one day." He smiles. I peck his lips.

"Well I have classes to get to. Here's the key to my apartment." I hand him the keys.

"New jeans?" He smacks my ass.

"Sam!" I push him and walk away swaying my hips on purpose.

{After classes}

"Sam." I shout once I enter the apartment.

I walk into my room and he's sitting down on the edge of my bed with Nash's sweater in his hands.

I set my backpack down and kneel down so I'm in his face.

"Who's is this?" He spits.

"My friend Nash." I whisper. He stiffens and his jaw clenches.

"The one who hugged you today?" He scoffs.

"It's just a friend." I shake my head.

"Yeah whatever." He sighs.

"I hate that you make feel like the other sluts you have hooked up with!" I raise my voice.

"Well then why do you have his sweater!" He shouts louder.

"Why? Because I was in a bad position! I was crying all day. Nash showed up and he gave me his sweater cause I was cold!" I shout defending myself.

"Why were to crying?" His voice and eyes soften.

"Just leave." I sigh.

"No. I'm sorry for over exaggerating." He grabs my hand.

"It's fine. Leave. You have classes so get to them." I say with no emotion.

"Erin. I'm sorry. Please don't be mad." He begs.

"I'm not mad! I'm hurt! There's a difference!" I shout running my fingers through my hair.

"Hurt? How?"

"How? You make me feel like a slut when I hug or talk to a guy! They're just friends. It hurts to know my own boyfriend thinks of me like that." I sigh.

"I don't mean to make you feel that way. It's just I get really jealous." He admits.

"I could tell." I mumble. He sits back down with his hands on his face his elbows on his knees.

I move his hands and sit on his lap. I peck his lips.

"It's okay. I forgive you." I place my forehead on his and kiss his lips.

"I love you. I don't deserve you." He kisses my shoulder.

"Shut up." I move his face my shoulder.

"You okay now since that night you said you weren't okay so you called Nash."

"I'm fine. Now can we please make out." I laugh.

"Someone change roles today."

"Well I miss you." I kiss him.