Stay With Me § BWWM JB

40 • The Gift

"Sam, it's Justin.
I need to talk to you."

Aaliyah's POV

I stand there, my face radiating with anger. I've had about enough of Sam and her damn drama.

Justin moves me to the side as he makes his way to her. "Sam, what are you doing here? What happened?" he asks with concern evident in his tone and manner.

"Justin, I need your help. Please don't tell Scooter about the other morning, it was a one time thing." At this point she's crying, which annoys me even more.

Justin grabs her arm, pulling her inside while closing the door behind her.

I cross my arms over my chest. Normally, I would ignore Sam's antics but this time she's gone too far. If Justin falls for this game, I'm going to be so pissed.

"Sam, you need help. I can't let you come on tour like this," he carefully explains.

She nods her head before speaking, "That's why I need you to help me. Please Justin, you're the only person I can trust."

"She can't be serious," I scoff.

"Aaliyah, don't!" Justin retorts.

"Wow!" I throw my hands up in the air.

"Sam, give us a minute." Justin immediately walks over to me and pulls me into the living room. "Look, she needs my help right now. I would appreciate it if you could back me up on this."

I free myself from his grip, "She's not your responsibility, Justin. Let Jared or somebody else handle her."

"I wasn't your responsibility when you helped me, but you still did it."

"That's the problem! Sam left you like that and I was there for you," I motion my hands around in frustration.

"You're completely missing the point here!"

"No, what I'm getting is that every time Sam feels like interrupting your life, you let her. She just gets into your head and you're completely blind."

"I honestly can't believe we're arguing over something so stupid."

I raise my eyebrows in shock, "You think that how I feel is stupid?" I can't believe he's acting like this. When it comes to Sam, he's a damn fool and I don't know why.

He just stands there pulling at the ends of his hair and I laugh in disbelief. "You can't be fücking serious! You finish up with Sam and I'll be at home." I walk over to the couch and grab the few things that I brought with me as he watches me without a word. I walk past Sam and open the front door. "He's all yours, good luck," I scoff, slamming the door behind me.

Before I even make it to the end of the driveway, Justin opens the door and follows me. "Aaliyah come back in the house. You're making a big deal out of nothing."

I ignore him and take a seat on the pavement as I stare down at my phone.

"You don't have to talk to me. Just come back inside, it's late."

I continue to ignore him.

"I'll leave the door unlocked if you want to come back inside."

When I hear the door close, I stand up and head back towards the door. I'm mad, but I want to stay and make sure this psychotic addict doesn't try anything. I slowly open the door to make sure no one is in the foyer, closing it behind me quietly so I can listen in on their conversation. I hear sniffling and muffled words coming from the living room. I walk closer and sit down on the floor next to the entryway.